I'm dreaming of a world free of exams and full of beer, boys and rocking benches....
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(istories mias agrias pou prospathei na eksimerwthei)
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
For the love that you need
Will never be found at home
And the answer you seek
Will never be found at home
Η λίστα ιστολογίων μου
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