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I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one one my side I was fighting but I just feel to tired to be fighting. Guess I'm not the fighting kind. Wouldn't mind it if you were by my side But you're long g
Yay! En ny dator! Jag hällde en kopp te i min förra. (A)
Fetaste videon sen i förrgår, nu måste jag gå till gymmet. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04fcgFs-mjA
And a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme. And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once he
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will f
A time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you Bookend's The
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been waiting all my life Thinking it over, I've bee
The night sets softly With the hush of falling leaves, Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees, And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall, Like the pieces of a puz
Through the corridors of sleep Past the shadows dark and deep My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side when times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge
“There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along