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Två glada mongon med guld runt halsen!!
2 dagar tills jag får vara med min ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄLSKLIIIIIIIIIIING
sugen på lite Looptroop, vi citerar lite 'Trrrism' för att skänka en tanke åt allt snackkis om bajsdemokraterna(som en del kallar sverigedemokraterna, I've heard)... och alla ska läsa!
'The explosion would detonate,
That sec felt like a decade before his death was definite
Visualizing leaving his home, regretting it
But stuck in that world was even more threatening
Some people are tourists, some people are terrorists.
Some know what a war is,
Some don't know what the hell it is
It's something that they see on television
turn that shit off right now man you better listen
Two lives intertwined by the root, it might not have happened
it might not even be the truth.
If so, it would not be the first time you swallow lies
but if it is wrong I'd be the first to apologize
I am not here to judge, I wear the rugs of a wanderer
Searching the truth but ain't on to her.
Not even close, but I boast a vivid imagination over a rhythm of desperation
of the people that's forced to make changes
but are locked by conventional laws into cages
Becoming the labels the system gives them
whether it's trrism or ttrism
And then what? Y'all gave up? what do we achieve when we leave?
We more like than unlike, unlike what we like to believe
And so what? Y'all know what? Despite class, colour or creed
We more like than unlike, unlike what we like to believe '
ät bajs....
That sec felt like a decade before his death was definite
Visualizing leaving his home, regretting it
But stuck in that world was even more threatening
Some know what a war is,
Some don't know what the hell it is
It's something that they see on television
turn that shit off right now man you better listen
Two lives intertwined by the root, it might not have happened
it might not even be the truth.
If so, it would not be the first time you swallow lies
but if it is wrong I'd be the first to apologize
I am not here to judge, I wear the rugs of a wanderer
Searching the truth but ain't on to her.
Not even close, but I boast a vivid imagination over a rhythm of desperation
of the people that's forced to make changes
but are locked by conventional laws into cages
Becoming the labels the system gives them
whether it's trrism or ttrism
We more like than unlike, unlike what we like to believe
And so what? Y'all know what? Despite class, colour or creed
We more like than unlike, unlike what we like to believe '
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