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I was born to start a revolution
I was born to start a million fires
the joy of mens' desires
was laid in my hand
Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love
but I never knew it was so hard
So with what shall I compare thee?
Summer's clay or winter's sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?
No, take your words and take your vows
Take your flake-fuel
ibland har man inget bättre för sig..
E: Damn good kisser.
M: Best kisser ever.
I: You are great in bed.
L: Everyone loves you.
I: You are great in bed.
A: You like to drink
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