November
2 December 2008
Haka på när jag promenerar i småstan Kaxiga småbarn dominerar sin gårdsplan För det är varken vitt eller svart Där vissa går på friskis och viss
det här är sagan om coolaste katten i det långa landet falukorv det här är sagan om killen som garvar åt dom som pratar om babylon han kallas mister schhh! han läg
As the snow flies On a cold and gray chicago mornin A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries cause if theres one thing that she dont need Its another hungry mouth to feed In t
Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky With burning love Ooh, ooh, ooh, I feel my temperature rising Help me, Im flaming I must be a hundred and nine Burni
Well I turned left just like you told me to I get excited by the moves you do Im on a mission and Im gonna get away Well I saw her standing all colored in red I felt the blues just by the things she s
We get some rules to follow That and this These and those No one knows We get these pills to swallow How they stick In your throat Tastes like gold Oh, what you do to me No one knows
Seems like only yesterday Life belong to runaways Nothing here to see, no looking back Every sound monotone Every color monocrome Life begin to fade into the black Such a simple animal Steralized with
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