Dit was de laatste:
Let's go outside and all join hands, but until then you'll never understand…
You were born to be real not to be perfect
Yesterday/all my troubles seemed so far away – The Beatles, uit Yesterday (Help, 1965)
tiptoe through the tulips...
I don't think you quite understand, honey
Tell me, my friend. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Just doing what I can
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
[ bericht aangepast door chonkychi op 15 nov 2015 - 9:36 ]
Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.