måndag 8 juni 2009

Well I'd jump at the chance
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word,
As if it's your last, but I know it's your last,
Cause today, oh, you're gone.

Could it be any harder to say goodbye




orkar inte med nå jävla historia längre, sug pung!

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