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hejsan, såg nyss idol, men nu gömmer jag mig under täcket å har jätte ont i magen som jag har haft ....... jätte länge nu iaf, haha!
Känns som det har gått sönder någonting i magen när jag hostar å då jag äter mår jag bara illa. Kan jag har lyckats pajja något?
Får väl se om det går över.
Imorgon börjar vi nån gång vid 1 eller om det var 2. Vet inte ens om jag har tänkt dra mig dit, kan lika gärna jobba hemma för tbs har ju jävlart inte alla indianer i kanoten eller alla "elever på lektionerna". DOM KANSKE BORDE BÖRJA FUNDERA PÅ VARFÖR..........
Ska fortsätta ha ont i magen ett tag nu å se om de här var allt kvällen hade att bjuda på. herrå
sakna värme, boviken å allt annat som börjar på sommar å slutar med lov
I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were
At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were
At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
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