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About Me
We'll fly over the endless ocean, we're heading for the winter sun, and Europe has it's moving statelines but Africa has winter sunshine. We'll go where the crowds don't stare and no one laughs at what we wear, the phone might ring, the rain might sting, but we don't care. America's our supermarket, in India we'll take some stopping, cos you and me we're just two creatures on the run