desperado.

and all the roads are leading to where you are,
and all the street lights shine like they were stars.
thats where you are.
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Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

listening to. desperado. eagles.

helllllo. thank you papa for buying me those books. :D and thank you that guy who works at the shop at laugna drving range for fixing my grip, and bag. (:

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