November
Thursday 1 November 2007 photo 1/1
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ber om ursäkt att det är bara gamla bilder.. men nya är på ingång ;) My favourite situation Are always sticky kinds I'll be the first to cast stones I don’t let sleeping dogs lie I’ll sing it from a mountain Just take me to the top I’ll scream until my lungs pop I’ll stand here ‘til I drop. The feeling, Is Leaving It’s all gone, It's decieving If we don't stop put me in a coffin Cause you and I had absolutely nothing in common Baby! I know you hate me And you can't shake me You make me rock solid, hot and bothered, it don't matter I can shake you You used to be so special Now I’m bored all the time You think the same of me too Just say it don’t be shy! The feeling, is leaving It’s all gone, it’s decieving If we dont stop put me in a coffin Cause you and I had absolutely nothing in common
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