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American Indians. Young love. Pure touch. Soft kiss.
Little boy for his mum. Immature man for us.
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me Read more: Fever Ray - When I Grow Up Lyrics | MetroLyrics