August
September 2010
Vissa saker kan man bara inte förstå. As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries because if there's one thing that she do
Treet me as you wont, you dont get me down, again. Well, i won't back down No, i won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of hell But i won't back down Gonna stand my ground Won't be turned
Wise men say, only fools rush in But I can't help, falling in love with you Shall I stay, would it be a sin If I can't help, falling in love with you Like a river flows, surely to the sea Darling so
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