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torsdag 28 oktober 2010

the stars, the moon, short club


and I feel alone. I feel fat, but empty inside. I miss you when you're not around. when you're with me I want you to leave, to let me go.
the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
you left me in the dark

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Inte om mig

kan inte komma på min livsdröm just nu, därför har jag inget intressant att dela.