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Getting off the plane the cold air. Rushes like bullets through my brain. Its about being able to fly. Its about dying nine times. Walked on broadway, going up to falls,. Where the old man I used to know,. The paintings on the walls of release. Are colourful but they are no matisse.
To this man that I have found.
Środa, 15 lutego 2006. My aphrodisiac is you - Katie Melua. That oysters make you come on strong,. I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,. And go to bed in rubber gloves. Potions, balms or embrocation,.
Środa, 15 lutego 2006. Crawling up a hill - Katie Melua. Every morning about half past eight,. My Mummer wakes me says,. My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. So I stop one day to figure it out,. To sing the blues that I know about,. My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Hour after hour goes by,.
Call off the search - Katie Melua. Searching for a rainbow with an end,. Wondering if love will pass me by. Out on my own I would never have known. This world that I see today. Cause you are in my life where you belong.