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(santosynth)

mas quemao que un cenicero del bingo

Emily Haines Version #2

Will we always be like little kids running group to group asking who
loves me? Don’t know who loves me! It’s pathetic. It’s impossible.
Like girls in stilettos like girls in stilettos like girls in stilettos
trying to run

(inspired by Shanti. Photo stolen in Valencia.)

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8/10/06 23:14

è quello che ci frega a noi ragazze, che quando abbiamo i tacchi alti fuggire da ciò che non ci piace è più complicato...

9/10/06 08:33

:-* Shanti

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