February
March 2007
Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go
As if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours
They come
"silence" by bradley hathaway
what’s happening here?
i was once so alive and now i’m so full of dread and almost dead
show me Your wounded head that is lead to communion with the Father
but
Vilken bättre man kan man hitta?
Have they lost their heads
Or are they just all blind mice
We've heard all their stories
One too many times
Hypnotized by fireflies
That glow in the dark
Midgets that disquise themselves
Malin ville bada
så hon badade
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Detta verkade ju kul,så ja,varför inte.
Tyvärr blev det bara musik från min ipod,som jag inte kunnat byta musik på..på länge. menmen.
1. Sätt din musik
det hade precis regnat och solen visade sina strålar samtidigt
So grab my hand
Lets set some fires
The city's piss
All hung with wires
To kiss a tit
Or have one's tit kissed
On bended knee
It's all you need
Jag badade ikväll med
hej världen
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