17 April 2010
Cause I really always knew that my little crime Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs And I know, I know it's not your time but bye bye And a word to the wise when the fire dies You
Here I go again on my own Going down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone But I've made up my mind I ain't wastin' no more time
Fjällen suger hästballe en lördagkväll... alla polarna e ute och fester eller har kul annat håll hemma... Och vad gör jag, som ALLTID brukar vara med?? JO, jag sitter i en jävla stuga med fam
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