Det är extremt drygt. Jag är ingen seriös person. Bara ibland.
Men just nu orkar jag faktiskt inte, jag orkar bara:
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- where is London?
- Please don't talk to me I fall in love so easily
- The past will catch you up as you run faster
- My thoughts are many miles away
- Let's go back in time
- I'll walk you until your fears are none
- Flowers in the river
- Hello darkness, my old friend
- You could be from Venus
- I've been chasing a starlight
- How does it feel to have a wacko for a son?
- I watched you change into a fly
- Ett litet privat jävla moln
- The face that fills the hole
- I'd break the back of love for you
- Makes no sense at all
- Den där du vet som jag egentligen inte vet vem
- What a day for a daydream
- We're not supposed to be lovers
- Nursed and breastfed by sleepwalking angels
- I got to breath to stay alive
- Min livsfilosofi typ
- "Jag heter Silver nu."
- How just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death
- I want to be free
- Towards the sea of Dipnorhynchus.
- Oh you you you, I think of you
- Is it strange to dance so soon
- Take me to London
- He said I'm so lost
- I can't stand me now
- Det hade varit så bra då
- A place for us to dream
- Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
- Det känns ju ändå inte
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