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folk som inte vet vilka dom är, säger åt mig vad jag ska göra när dom inte ens har hittat sig själva ger dom mig onda ögat för mina gärningar. förlåt kroppen för att jag gör fel, eller inte. gör jag fel bara för att andra säger det? eller är det så att valet är mitt och vad jag gör med min kropp angår mig och bara mig. We might kiss when we are alone When nobody's watching We might take it home We might make out when nobody's there It's not that we're scared It's just that it's delicate So why'd you fill my sorrows With the words you've borrowed From the only place you've known And why'd ya sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to you Why'd you sing with me at all? We might live like never before When there's nothing to give Well how can we ask for more We might make love in some sacred place The look on your face is delicate So why'd you fill my sorrow With the words you've borrowed From the only place that you've known And why'd you sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to you Why'd you sing with me at all? And why'd you fill my sorrows With the words you've borrowed From the only place that you've known Why'd you sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to you Why'd you sing with me at all?
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