I was five and you were six,
we rode on horses made of sticks.
you would always win the fight.
my baby shot me down.....
Bang Bang.
my baby shot me down.
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new zealand is the place where the baby is always chucked out with the bathwater, no one says what they mean, and whatever policy plank anyo...
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