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14 February 2010
Jag bakade ett grekiskt lantbröd. When I step into the light My arms are open wide When I step into the light My eyes searching wildly Would you not like to be Sitting on top of the world with Your
Jäst, yoghurt, olivolja och salt. Would you not like to be ok, ok, ok? When I'm walking by the water Splish splash me and you takin a bath When I'm walking by the water Come up through my toes To my
Vetemjöl och knådning! And I'm blown away I can't believe that we would Lie in our graves Wondering if we had Spent our living days well I can't believe that we would Lie in our graves Dreaming of
Medans degen vilade gjorde jag det också. ;D Would you not like to be I can't believe that you Would not like to be Would you not like to be Ok, ok, ok?
Släta runda bullar.
Tänk dig för så du inte slår dig själv på stjärten före du tvättat bort mjölet. Suck.
Ååååh, skåror!
Grädda. Varför säger man så?
Färdigt! Hädanefter blir söndag en bak och matlagningsdag, så känner du någon söndag ett omättligt begär av hemtrevlighet. Besök Valbogatan! ;D
La ut den här på blocket vid lunch, klockan fem ringde telefunken och nu är den såld. 500:- rikare. ;D
Say what?
Remember we used to dance and everyone wanted to be you and me. I want to be too. What day is this, besides the day you went babe? What day is this?
Peter: This is absurd. It’s just a dog. James: Just a dog? Just? Porthos, don’t listen! Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he’s just a dog? What a hor
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