November
January 2009
I see you standing Standing on your own It's such a lonley place for you For you to be
I'd rather be dead Yeah, I'd rather be dead I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet through my head
Every rose has it's thorn Just like every night has it's dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has it's thorn =/
I sit here on the stairs 'Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now I'll wait
Raw power got a healin' hand Raw power can destroy a man Raw power got more than a soul I'ts got a son called rock n' roll
NU jävlar sverige känner jag att det är dags med lite sommar och öl ur kylarvätskan, som robban säger ;D
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