January
15 February 2009
boooring...
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Ordered. Fmc
Whhooaa, whhooaa, whhooaaaa I get the same old dreams, same time every night Fall to the ground and I wake up So I get out of bed, put on my shoes, and in my head Thoughts fly back to the break-up
We’re a small crowd left to rotten, there’s not many hard souls left As the pop is growing stronger, will metal fade away Will we be broken, will we go down? No! We’ll
Jag Älskar Dig Josefin.
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