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Sunshine on my face Grass underneath my feet I just want to be pure People search for a better way I just hope Hope that my nerves won't be the death of me
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Coloured Jim in the city with Carol.
Sunshine on my face Grass underneath my feet I just want to be pure People search for a better way I just hope Hope that my nerves won't be the death of me
jordan-fischer
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24/M/Canadian
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
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