December
January 2011
do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful? cause there's a hole where your soul should be you're losing control a bit and it's really distasteful
you'll remember me when the west wind moves among the fields of barley you can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in fields of gold...
var jag en dåre, var jag blind, var jag förlorad? så var det för din skull var jag ett barn som sprang bort mig i natten? så var det för din skull jag borde gått när jag kände att hjärtat to
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