Style & Photos by Sarah Rugg

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Miles Away.

Let me go. Miles away. Let me ride. Just miles away. Don't wanna know. I'm not gonna miss it much. Gonna be drivin' once again. Don Juan goes up in a cloud of smoke. And all those Hare Krishnas turned out to be a joke. And it's restless, restless, restless all the time. Slidin' up and down the surface of this life. Now I know that I can't say what's black and white. But if I could fly I think I'd try tonight.


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