March
April 2009
Little boy why did you have to chase me so hard didn't your mother show you what to do didn't your father tell you not to push Little boy we could have been great friends but you frightened me to deat
Den här glassen blev jag! Vilken glass är du?
Den här glassen blev jag! Vilken glass är du?
Det känns som att jag inte borde sörja. varför sakna nått man ändå aldrig får? Som en saga som man aldrig låter börja. Som en gäst vid dörren
How do I save you from a fate so sweet As being torn to pieces by a loving hand How do I save you from a voice so soft As that which acquiesces to your each demand How do I look upon the eyes I love A
Here you sit on your high-backed chair Wonder how the view is from there I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor If you like we could play a game Let's pretend that we
Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one I still got the seed You said move on Where do I go I guess second best Is
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You're like an Indian summer In the middle of winter Like a hard candy With a surprise center How do I get better Once I've had the best You said there's Tons of fish in the water So the waters I will
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