I was born here and I'll die here, against my will. I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still. Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb, I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from. Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer,
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
tisdag 3 april 2007
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måste va dylan/fröppan
jag hör vad ni säger
jr
rätt, i a f dylan.
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