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Friday, 28 May 2010
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Sunday, 13 December 2009
a tunnel from my window to yours,
And if the snow buries my, my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.
xxx
Sunday, 8 November 2009
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Paper Planes
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