18 March 2007
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expres
If I could escape
And re-create a place as my own world
And I could be your favorite girl
forever,perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
uttråkat till tusen,
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