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Idag lirade vi i Ale gymnasium sal 106!
tror redan nu vi börjar få fans :P
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I aim at the first one who ever dared to stand still
Oh Lord, your tension is making me ill
Youve got no friends in your home, youve got no family stone
You cant go Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip
Will gather round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, aint no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No yeah, yeah, yeah
Dont know why I cant locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, while crying out loud - that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Take em out west, take em outta height, take em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation one five
They ve got it! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Bust em in the light, bust em in the light, bust em in the daylight
They aint worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said Hi! up to the abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Dont know why I cant locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, youre crying out loud - that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Yeah yeah yeah!
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
I would rather heal your wounds
Now hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you
I aim at the first one who ever dared to stand still
Oh Lord, your tension is making me ill
Youve got no friends in your home, youve got no family stone
You cant go Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip
Will gather round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, aint no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No yeah, yeah, yeah
Dont know why I cant locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, while crying out loud - that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Take em out west, take em outta height, take em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation one five
They ve got it! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Bust em in the light, bust em in the light, bust em in the daylight
They aint worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said Hi! up to the abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Dont know why I cant locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, youre crying out loud - that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Yeah yeah yeah!
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
I would rather heal your wounds
Now hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you
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