May
25 June 2008
There is nothing left for me There is nothing left for you There is nothing left at all A wasteland of my mind Don't think you ever will see Don't think you ever will know How much I actually cared A
We are uninvited guests In this melancholy world And soon you learn That the only thing worth to treasure, Are the people that actually care Then why are there still tears in your eyes? So I'm trying
En bänkrad i en rastlös sen april Jag tittar över axeln och ser dig blinka till Jag kan få dig när du vill En vind blåser skräp längs korridoren en sista g&ar
If you wanna know me You gotta dig my style You gotta show me And go where nobody knows And when you find me You gotta show me you're real Girl you're on my mind Ready or not here comes the thunder R
She left on Sunday And he died on Monday A girl who's killing a boy And she left in her own way And he died in the worst way A girl who's killing a boy A girl who's killing a boy Take it or leave it Y
Den vackraste stunden i livet var den när du kom och allt var förbjudet och allt som vi gjorde den stunden vill jag göra om för det ekar i huvet' och det blod som jag trodde var st
You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy To to save your from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now- here he comes He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like
Du du du, ingen annan
låt önskan slå in
Ensam men stark, tillsammans starkare
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