February
March 2009
Hon har ett hem som är som en dockhusvärld Man säger att hon har det bra Hon har en säng som är som en månskensfärd Just en sån som man vill ha Men säg
We're driving slow through the snow On fifth avenue And right now radio is All that we can hear Man we ain't talked since we left It's so overdue It's cold outside But between us It's worse in here
I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We will walk in fields of gold
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