June
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Idag skrev jag en låt. Handlar om en Uteliggare som är alkolist. Horrible Death Walking down the street At five o´clock at the morning Dont have anywhere to sleep or something to eat Do you know how it feels to be alone No family to love, Your Home is an old bench in the park. Sit on the street and looking down You know you cant drink too much that you do, That is best for your own. But the money you got from the caring peoples, You spend on a beer. Do you know how it feels to be alone No bed to sleep in no food to eating Your beer you bought is empty. You lie on the street are tierd and hungry And looking up on the peoples who stares on you Then you shut your eyes and hopes for the best Do you know how it feels to be alone To die on a street with a hungry tummy The money you got you spend on a horrible death
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