August
September 2010
Businessmen they drink my wine, come and take my herb.
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Half a J
Gött, helt cigg paket förstört av regn...
Jävlar vad det blåser, stängde balkongdörren innan jag gick och la mig. Den var fan öppen när jag vakna. THE FUCK?
I want to go back, back to the time of freedom
you should try it, don be an ass
Once over, chill down.
But many brave men are returning, back to the place where it began and all our tires are still burning, when the devils faults lay parching in the sands and the nightman is waiting at
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I’ve... had... enough of your hands running round my brain
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