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summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
a magazine….

cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
so i can see ya soon…

fall swooned
left me drunk in a field
dandelion wine for a year

and i packed up the dust
of all that i owned
handkerchief hung from a pole

i rolled out the day that the apples fell…

 

 

Sommarnatt

I'm crying everyone's tears 
And there inside our private war 
I died the night before 
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster 
What am I suppose to do 

I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul 
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all 
It's just a day that brings it all about 
Just another day and nothing's any good 

The DJ's playing the same song 
I have so much to do 
I have to carry on 
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go 
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah 
The king of sorrow 

I suppose I could just walk away 
Will I disappoint my future if I stay 
It's just a day that brings it all about 
Just another day and nothing's any good 

The DJ's playing the same song 
I have so much to do 
I have to carry on 
I wonder will this grief ever be gone 
Will it ever go 
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah 
The king of sorrow 

I'm crying everyone's tears 
I have already paid for all my future sins 
There's nothing anyone 
Can say to take this away 
It's just another day and nothing's any good 

I'm the king of sorrow, yeah 
King of sorrow 
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah 
King of sorrow

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Kolla in Jenka :D Och min mun. Jag dör xD

Vad ska jag säga? Konstant jävla lycka och eufori, awesomeness och skratt.

Lycka.

Julian Casablancas. Miike Snow. The Kooks. Jay Z.

Underbart.

Håller med Belle, skulle lätt göra om ALLT, även det faktum att solen fan inte gick att undvika.


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