November
8 December 2008
Your head lays down upon this car
But I hate you for what you are
And what I have become
Fire burns within your lungs
So light yourself another smoke
And recreate what we call "home"
If only you could see the stranger next to me. You promise, you promise that you're done. But I can't tell you from the drugs Bildfantasin e låååg
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