I close my eyes until I see I don't need hands to touch be a body I lean on walls until I stand I touch my face with my hand be a body I close my eyes until I see I don't need hands to touch me be a body I lean on walls until I stand I touch my face with my hand Be a body

elle chante quelque chose comme :

"Je me demande comment ça pourrait être si je pouvais effacer ma mémoire chaque minute.

Pas de chagrin, .

Mais tu ne peux pas avoir de seconde chance.

Mes amis lointains, à quoi pensez-vous?

Est-ce que vous vous débrouillez bien?

Vous vous amusez

Have you taken your tablet yet

If you haven't, next time the angel come, you can ask him to give it to you"

𖧧 ▬ ﹫∿ 𓏲 𓄼 ꕤ ⌕ 𖦹★ 𓂃 𖤐 𓍢 ⫘ ≀ ♡ 𓂅 ⦂ ୨ ꩜ 𓄹 𓍯 ៚ ◠ ◡ ᤳ 𖥦 𖤩 ୫ 𖨂 ⍝ ィ ໑ ⌑ 𖥸 ⩇ ୭ ✷✦ ⍈ ミ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅::]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) "ᥫ᭡☼ ꕀ ✿ ࿂ ♪✰ ⟄ ⟳⦁ 〃 ୪ ្ ៵ っ⤣ ⤥｡︶ ᜊ ࡇ ﹀ ฅ ꮻ ఇയ☽ ☻◞ ﻌ ◟ ˘ ੭ 𓈒 *✩ ᴥ︎︎︎ 𖠌ꕥ ໒ ❁﹢ 𖧧 ৶⭒ ତ ♡ৎ୭ ଘɞ✦ 𖤐★✧ ♥︎ତ っ ଗ꧔ ୨୧ ɞ ˚⋆ ☼ ꒰ ꐦ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ໒ ⊹ ៸៸◞ 𓍢𓏲› 𖧧˚ ⸼ ۫ 𓍯 ɞ˚˙ ⍈ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 ՙִՙ ⬞ ✿ִ ❁𐑮 ꜆ׄ꜆: ⤓.٫ ꜥꥈ ❁〬 ⁕𓈒࣪ 𐑺﹢◍࣪ 𓈒ꜝꜝ ⭒﹫ ›‹ ◐ ִֶָ ٫ •᎑• ໋↵ ੭ . ⑅ ५⌕ (꒪˙ ꒳. ˙꒪ 𓂅)⊹⭒ ᕬ ⑅ᕬ

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Please don't make my w e d d i n g dress
I'm too young to marry yet
Can you see my pocket knife?
You can't make me be a
How the world just turns & turns
How does anybody learn?

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How did you feel when you were young?
'cause I feel like I've just been born
Even though I'm getting on
How the world slips by so fast

How does anybody last?
As the world keeps coming
bees keep humming
I'll keep running

Flowers I can do without
I don't wanna be tied down
White material will stain
My pocket knife's got a shiny blade

I'm just trying not to fall apart

the sky was made of amethyst all the stars were just like little fish might last a day mine is forever
might last a day
mine is forever

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