July
August 2010
ca 1950 Pappa hittade på loppis, hoho.
Listen up kids.
"What's wrong with this picture?"
I can't lie to you, love.
Kiss me again.
I've never lied.
Bible days.
Hold you close.
Call me.
Greater heights.
For Today.
You've won me over.
With a blasphemy so heartfelt.
Call it off.
I wanna know how the story goes, if the sad song writes about how much you know, about what really happened. Obviously you've got a skewed view, or you weren't present to see.
We dance to the beat of the continents shifting under our feet We dance to the beat of a new, better, faster breed We dance to the beat of radioactivity blocking the exits We dance to the beat of f
Stockholm syndrome and misery, there's a penalty for love crimes
Raka mig Åka till AMS Handla Haters Gon' Hate
Raka mig Åka till AMS Handla
Raka mig Åka till AMS Handla Packa
I wanna wake up naked next to you, kissing the curve in your clavicle
My brain is moving with a nervous energy. It starts in the back of my head, carries down through my stomach, legs and feet.
I am oh so fascinated, I am oh so entertained, Standing here like a comedian, I repeat what I say, again and again and again until the meaning has become an imitation of itself, An impression of an or
How can we heal these bitter divisions? How can we overcome our mutual distrust? How can we reconcile our differences?
I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand
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