jag tänker fan i mig inte gå på idrotten kl 8.


we've been thieving
we stole the light from the dawn
but when I come round on your floor
I wish I'd never been born
can you see me?
can you see through it all?
I'm empty lost and alone oh won't you heed my call?

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