January
February 2010
It was christmas eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me: won't see another one And then they sang a song The rare old mountain dew I turned my face away and dreamed about you Got on a lucky
I just want to see you When you're all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it radiates I can't escape I love you 'till the end
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was
Om du någon sin skulle dö ifrån mig vet jag inte vad jag skulle ta mig till! jag skulle gå sönder, brytas ner i tusen bitar, bli en vandrande kropp utan själ och hjärta då de skulle försvin
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