I know places we can go babe.
The high wont fade here babe.
No, the high wont hurt here babe
Don't ask me when, but ask me why.
Don't ask me how, but ask me where.
There is a road. There is a way.
There is a place. There is a place.
niedziela, 4 września 2011
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