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Idag har jag varit i skolan slutade ganska tidigt, sen så kom matilda och så va vi hemma hos mig och satt vi datoen och sen så snackade vi med keven, efter det så gick vi tre ut och rökte, sen så ville keven att jag skulle plattahåret på han men efter ett tag så pallde jag inte så matilda tog över. sen såg jag och matilda på linas kvällsdagbok. Den var ganska bra:)
Martina Mcbride-Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed, Nobody knows what she´s holding back.
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday, She hides the bruises with a linen and lace,
The teacher wonders but she doese´t ask.
It´s hard to see the pain behind the mask.
Bearin´the burdem of a secret storm, Sometimes she wishes she was never born.
Through the wind and the rain she stand hard as a stone in a world that she can´t rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she´s loved
concrete angel. Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neighbors hear but they turn out the light. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, When morning comes it´ll be to late.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
in a world that she can´t rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she´s loved
comcrete angel. Statue stands in a shaded place an angel girl.
With an upturned face.
A name is written on polidhed rock a broken heart that the world forgot.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world the she can´t rise above. Bute her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she´s loved
concrete angel. <333
Martina Mcbride-Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed, Nobody knows what she´s holding back.
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday, She hides the bruises with a linen and lace,
The teacher wonders but she doese´t ask.
It´s hard to see the pain behind the mask.
Bearin´the burdem of a secret storm, Sometimes she wishes she was never born.
Through the wind and the rain she stand hard as a stone in a world that she can´t rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she´s loved
concrete angel. Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neighbors hear but they turn out the light. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, When morning comes it´ll be to late.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
in a world that she can´t rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she´s loved
comcrete angel. Statue stands in a shaded place an angel girl.
With an upturned face.
A name is written on polidhed rock a broken heart that the world forgot.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world the she can´t rise above. Bute her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she´s loved
concrete angel. <333
Älskar den låten! och dig förstås bästis <3
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