27 December 2007
Du får mig att tänka, tänka, tänka...Och det vill jag inte längre
The perfect words never crossed my mind
'Cause there was nothing in there but you
I felt every ounce of me, screaming out
But the sound was trapped deep in me
All I wanted, just sped right past
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