Om allting, precis allting vore bilder. Skulle det bli enklare att förstå då?
2008-03-06
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- Schweden, Schweden.
- Dedicated to you.
- Vintern dör.
- Det finns bara ett enda sätt att brinna upp.
- Maybe we'll jump in, into the fire
- Sweet.
- Till torsdagen.
- Breaking down.
- Oh, last year I was an entirely diffrent person.
- Vad gör man?
- You took the fall and thought of me, above all.
- Påsksnön.
- Blessed be your name.
- Gotta get away, get away.
- This is my curse.
- I can't control you, I don't know you well.
- In the spring, when the world's turning green. I o...
- And I'm the first to admit that I'm still pretty ...
- This is a happy end, come and give me your hand.
- I stared into the water, and the water it stared b...
- Naiv,
- MWW
- Strange world.
- Roses on your cheek.
- You may not belong here in my world.
- Ja, jag är en boknörd.
- A lonely heart can beat.
- I've got a lot to say to you.
- When everything feels like the movies, you bleed j...
- I wish somebody would tell me I'm all right.
- Träffad.
- They taped over you mouth, they scribbled out the ...
- Telephone talking, telephone walking. That's a goo...
- When everything's made to be broken, I just want y...
- Hate is a strong word, but I really really really ...
- Play my game, take my picture.
- I'd walk if that was the only way.
- My neck will burn as we kiss.
- J'ai des butterfly, les papillions a pagaille.
- Boum. Boum.
- I hate to think, what would happen if I started to...
- Inte varmt men nästan vår. Ingen lösning men ett s...
- Jag tror jag går och dör en smula.
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