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det är din kväll, och den ska inte förstöras som den brukar. There's a hope in my head That's been cut and bleed Dry as your bloodshot eyes And there's smoke in the air And it's soon to clear Revealing our demise There are some who say That it's a-okay If it makes you feel all right It's just way too bad Now you're worse than sad All locked up there in side And I don't know how you feel But I'll make you a deal My shoulders and ears Are all yours my dear I Hope it comes as no surprise You've been known to say That you're a-okay When you're feeling sick inside I just want you to know I got no place to go Until the day you die
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