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Thursday 27 September 2007 photo 2/2
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Thursday 27 September 2007 photo 2/2
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My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliament butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with This is how it has to be A kiss for luck, submerge myself And in 7 weeks resurface Even if we don't look back again Tired boys and wired eyes Exposing imperfections To the public eye we're perfect Even if we don't look back again
7 weeks är ju bara så jävla BÄST<3
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