torsdag 18 mars 2010 bild 2/2
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Now the party's over, and every bodys gone. I'm left here with myself and i wonder what went wrong. And now my heart is broken, like the bottles on the floor. Does it really matter? Or am I just hung over you? Or am I just hungover ?Even my dirty laundry, everything just smells like you. And now my head is throbbing. Every song is out of tune, just like you. In the dark I can't fight til it disapears, but in the daylight I taste you in my tears.
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