Long time no see, det är så det blir ibland. Men jag har klarat mig, jag är här nu!
Memory comes when memory's old, I am never the first to know. Following this stream up north, where do people like us float? There is room in my lap for bruises, asses, handclaps. I will never disappear, for forever, i'll be here.
Whispering
Morning keep the streets empty for me
Morning keep the streets empty for me
I laying down eating snow, my fur is hot, my tongue is cold. On a bed of spider web I think about to change myself. A lot of hope in one man tent, there's no room for innocence. So take me home before the storm, velvet mites will keep us warm.
Whispering
Morning keep the streets empty for me
Morning keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls, we were hungry before we were born.
Har kommit på hur fruktansvärt äckligt tråkigt det är att städa, ganska onödigt ändå. Om två veckor kommer det se ut som ett helvete igen.
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