October
18 December 2008
And when there's nowhere else to run Is there room for one more son These changes ain't changing me The gold-hearted boy I used to be
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
And I'm sick of all my judges so scared of what they'll find But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home, every now and then...
Aggressively we all defend the role we play Regrettably time has come to send you on your way
Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey
Can you read my mind?
Och han som stirrar ut från spegeln Det kan väl inte vara Jag? När blev jag så ful & trött & gammal så ensam, feg och svag? Och när man hatar den man bliv
Min nya fina väggprydnad. We won it five times, we won it five times! In Istanbul, We won it five times! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tdp5jaM1hE
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