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Hobbies EXPERIMENTEREN MET KOKEN (LIEFST MAAK IK HET MEZELF GEMAKKELIJK MET HET LEKKERSTE IN HUIS), DE TUIN OF HET HUIS OF MIJN KAMER MOOI MAKEN, FOTO′S MAKEN (ZWART/WIT, LIEFST ZONSONDERGANGEN, HEMELAANZICHTEN EN NATUUR), IETS GEZELLIGS DOEN MET VRIENDEN, MOOIE POSTERS EN PLATEN VERZAMELEN (MUCHA E.D.). OOK BEN IK ERG GEINTERESSEERD IN DE KELTEN, HET OUDE CHINA, KRUIDEN, EN HET MYSTIEKE EN BOVENNATUURLIJKE. Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I?ll make it out of here, But the wind blows round my heels, so I stay I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else Trying to find somehow to get away. If I asked him nicely d?you think he?s show me how to fly, ?cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and I?m too tired to try. Sometimes I sit here hearing voices in my head I try to understand, to make some sense. I wonder if I had to, would I lie to save myself? A plea of guilty, but self defence. If I asked him nicely d?you think he?d show me how? I?m sure he?s out there listening, but he?s too tied up right now to try Try, all of my sins ?cos I can?t stop now, Just don?t leave me behind. Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I?ll get out of here, But the words stick in my throat and I stay. I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else, Trying to find somehow to get away If I asked him nicely d?you think he?s show me how to fly, ?cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and I?m too tired to try. van mijn lieve Phil

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