chula sam avion.
pomislila sam na putnike, montreal.
zamislila sam da svi oni dolaze iz montreala.
boards of canada
mislim da su oni krivi za to.
daleko je, ne mogu.
a zhelela bih.
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- empty mirror.
- sticky.
- "nobody cares but me."
- we visited tina.
- hugging him feels like i'm giving a hug to a littl...
- drip drops jumping on an umbrella.
- absence.
- The rainbow message
- the truth has a bitter taste.
- a lot of things are about to change. maybe.
- just leave me alone, this is none of your business.
- cool, cool, i'm cool.
- this guy is brilliant.
- unwrite reverse, don't panic! breathe.
- a friend had a vision of me.
- define infinity.
- still awake?
- missing some pieces
- and i started to dance. with myself. naked.
- bang! bang! you're dead.
- tears, lollipops and that kind of stuff.
- okay i lol'd
- what more can i say?
- when i was a kid, i wanted to be a panda. i still do.
- definitely a vision it is.
- sentimental heart.
- plastic toy record player.
- hey there little girly girl.
- np: luke vibert. again.
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