sicket väder

Sju helvetes kallt idag och jag fortsätter att vara totally TRÖTT. Men imorron ser ni, ska jag sova länge. Jag ska iaf inte upp tjugo över fem, thank god.

I never knew you, never will
And if we'd meet I'd probably hate you from the very
Start up a fight, I'd fight you right
But by the end of the night we'd be the ones to hang out
Buy you a drink, a smoke, a pint
Saying that it's gonna be elegant from now on

Sickness will kindly talk to the mind when the mind's got nowhere else to go
Put on your amazing leotard and get on with the show


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