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when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky
you lose your pain, lose your fear, lose your sorrow
you lose your pain, lose your fear, lose your sorrow

“I think we should switch places. When camp’s over, I leave as you and go back to London and you leave as me and go to California.”
I have posted this before, but it’s too cool not to post again.
(Source: breakmelikeapromise, via lrvin)