FAREWELL TO THE FAIRGROUND
We'll head south, just hold my hand now.
I feel like i'm casting off my clothes,
and i'm running through the snow towards the sunset,
and i'm always with you.
Keep on running, keep, keep on running,
there's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
- White Lies
Lyssnar på Tiger Lou. Känner mig mer ensam än på länge. Så många människor. Så få. It's gonna be okey säger Tgr Lou till mig. Jag vet inte vännen, jag vet faktiskt inte.
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