Air - The Virgin SuicidesPlayground loveLove is all, all my soul You're my Playground Love Yet my hands are shaking I feel my body remains, themes no matter, I'm on fire On the playground, love. You're the piece of gold the flushes all my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You're my Playground Love. Anytime, anyway, You're my Playground Love. Index |
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