Drick kaffe städa och duscha.
Min dag tror jag (y)
JAG VILL HA SOMMARLOV, NUNUNUNU!
I called you in the morning crying on the phone
glad to hear your voice but your voice has turned ice cold
It was that moment that I made up my mind
there's no longer no use for me to try
I can't control my hope I can't control my dreams
I can't eat I can't sleep I can't do anything
söndag
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