viernes, 14 de agosto de 2009


I was a girl At an open door Why you staring Do you still think that you know? Looking for treasure In the things that you threw Like a magpie I live for glitter, not you We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden. Teenage dreams in a teenage circus Running around like a clown on purpose Who gives a damn about the family you come from No giving up when you’re young and you want some

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