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Re: T minus 1000
von Honeyduck am 11.12.2024 02:3774
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
AntwortenRe: 🎲 #4 Süßes oder Saures 🎲
von Honeyduck am 30.10.2024 21:49Wie immer Team Saures!
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
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von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:04206
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: Der Countdown läuft!
von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:0422:48:54
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: Playlist - Zufallslied!
von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:04Sunshine On Leith - David Tennant
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: Zählt bis 1000
von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:03410
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: Hochzählen bis ins Unendliche
von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:033284
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: Rosenspiel
von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:02acht
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: Umarmungen für...
von Honeyduck am 21.10.2024 04:02sechs
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me
Re: ~ Eins, Zwei oder Drei - Song Lyrics ~
von Honeyduck am 20.10.2024 06:093. I don't like my mind, I don't like being left alone in a room with all its opinions about the things that I've done. So, yeah, I blast music loud and I work myself to the bone. || I Don't Like My Mind - Mitski
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1. So goodbye yellow brick road, where the dogs of society howl. You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toad. Oh, I've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.
2. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me. And how you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still, perhaps they never will.
3. My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die.
But I am very homesick for arms
that have never held me