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Angus And Julia Stone Chocolates Cigarettes Ep

do Through my eyes I can see A shooting star Weavn its way across the sea Somewhere from mars Down the street we would run To scratch our names in the path Young and

But they ain't got what we got No sir?ree They?ve got private lawns and public parks They?ve got private lawns and public parks They?ve got private lawns and

: So rest your head- you?re all mine. And I stay awake, I won?t go home. Let?s go on a holiday. To burn this town She?s my Babylon. So rest your heart