onsdag 25 november 2009
söndag 8 november 2009
Vår låt.
The route of our journey is traced out in pink
A map of the continents waiting to sink
We’re an army in training, me and my band
Making camp in the evenings, grazing the land
We’re never alone here
There is lots of unknown here in the brush
Here are many wild animals
A map of the continents waiting to sink
We’re an army in training, me and my band
Making camp in the evenings, grazing the land
We’re never alone here
There is lots of unknown here in the brush
Here are many wild animals
torsdag 5 november 2009
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