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Two hearts that shouldn't Talk to each other become close In a town much like a prison cell People speak our names On the street in hushed tones Oh the stories they'd tell If anyone would listen You come from a town where People don't bother saying hello Unless somebody's born or dies And I come from a place where they Drag your hopes through the mud Because their own dreams are all dying And when we walk down the street The wind sings our name in rebel songs The sounds of the night should make us anxious But it's much too late when the fear is gone I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you Where we can be together, I promise you I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you I promise, I promise There's so many fighting To get past the Pearly Gates But nobody ever wants to die or get saved Their intentions aren't that good And I can smell the asphalt That's their personal road to hell being paved And when we walk down the street The wind sings our name in rebel songs But it's much too late when the fear is gone I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you Where we can be together, I promise you I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you I promise, I promise
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Anonymous
Sun 2 Nov 2008 15:16
haha nej för fan låt hon ta minimoroten så kan vi ta de snygga brudarna ist :D:D:D:D hahahahahaha skojar bara bli inte arg nu hanna :D
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