att vi hamnar på emmaboda
tillslut,. för det skulle va
övermys.
usch, hoppas det finns schysst
willys folk som vill byta ut några dar.
4dar. hoh.
and I write all this stupid songs
to find out what I'm doin wrong
but I ain't comin nowhere
just drowning myself in sorrows
oh friend let me borrow
some happy laughters and
cups of love I promise I do
and oh boy
all these papers i've wasted
thrown out and oh your lips still
tastes fine
let em forget with a glas of wine
let me belevie his still mine
and oh do so will try over and over again
but love will find its way
and I belive thats okey
its okey.
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