Saturday 29 March 2008 photo 1/8
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Finns Inget bättre än att komma hem och spela gitarr när man har varit borta länge. Man har så mycket insperation. Så jag skrev en låt:
I wont you now! (A song for you)
I want you to know that i miss you i miss you so.
each day that goes i was thinking of you , thinking of you
i wont you here whit me now, i wanna feel you close
i wanna feel your hair i wanna hear you breathing now.
I can't get ower the feelings it's only you and me in my head
I see that picture of you behind my bed
i miss the word you say, comon babie i wont you here and now!
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
I want you here i wont you in my bed
Lets do the things we allways said, again again and again again
you are so far away please come here and stay whit me.
You are so far away i wont you here now.
You are so far away come here and lissen to the musik i play
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
We go to the punkrock show lie down watching stars over head
I kiss you goodbye my friend and hope we meat again cus you are in my dream i say:
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!
Finns Inget bättre än att komma hem och spela gitarr när man har varit borta länge. Man har så mycket insperation. Så jag skrev en låt:
I wont you now! (A song for you)
I want you to know that i miss you i miss you so.
each day that goes i was thinking of you , thinking of you
i wont you here whit me now, i wanna feel you close
I want you here i wont you in my bed
We go to the punkrock show lie down watching stars over head
I miss you I miss you I miss you soo oh!