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Decorate my holiday with the desire of my heart
My thoughts are my steeds
A memory of my childhood with my family
My home is my sweet home
Tell me a sweet fairy tale my love
My son and I cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halves
My dream is the Brooklyn Bridge
My car is sad, because autumn is coming soon
Clouds are flying like my car-you won't catch up
The blood boils in my veins from touching you
Let's take a ride through Paris at night, my friend
Headlights and yes, what do you know about me, I haven't even spent the last years of my life on shifts