Nederlanders, het coolste niet coole volkje op aarde (niet mijn verzinsel). Anyways… Het was een leerzame reis.

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Au-dessus des capitales Des idées fatales

You would not believe your eyesIf ten million firefliesLit up the world as I fell asleep ‘Cause they’d fill the open airAnd leave teardrops everywhereYou’d think me rude, but I would just stand and stare I’d like to make myself believeThat planet Earth turns slowlyIt’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m…

The way they feel under my commandTake my hand as the sun descendsThey can’t touch you nowCan’t touch you now, can’t touch you now

It’s not a dream it’s reality. I am a shining star.

Shut your playboy mouth. Just dance!

Here I amCome on, let me hear you sayHere I am

I yearn for the days when I see your face here before me.

Give up to my feelings.