Down in albion, they are black and blue
but we don't talk about that
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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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1 kommentar:
I London där ska vi vara, du och jag och Brian. Vi kan dricka kaffe varje dag och han kan berätta saker för oss som bara vi får veta. Och vi kan berätta saker som bara han får veta. Vi förstår honom, och han förstår oss. Det måste hända, du,jag,London och Brian!
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