Everyday, I look up and I see a plane. It's flying right above me, all wheels out.
It's coming to pick me up...
Every single day, since the beginning of March, there's a plane following me around. Just like a tamed bird.
I'm not feeling good... I wanna go back home...
vendredi, mars 17, 2006
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