December
15 January 2008
VITA VÄGGAR VITA RUM
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
Här ska vi vara när allt blir vitt.
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in.
It wasn't me, brother, sir. Speak up for me, sir, for I'm not so bad.
I was led on by the treachery of others, sir.
Ett dåraktigt grepp var att hoppas att tröjans innehåll var kvar.
But Charlie's in the factory now.
And then you pull my strings...
But when I must speak,
and think of what to say,
I think of you, just a view,
and why, and how
on earth I could
ever let you
from my side.
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