Hold me down, sweet and low little boy, and I carry you home.
And I'll carry you all the way when you say you're fine
But you're still young and out of line
When all I need's to turn around
To make it last, to make it count
I ain't gonna make the same mistakes
That put my mama in her grave
I don't wanna be alone
But you're still young and out of line
When all I need's to turn around
To make it last, to make it count
I ain't gonna make the same mistakes
That put my mama in her grave
I don't wanna be alone
Jag börjar bli sjuk, huvudvärk, tung i allt, nyser osvosvosv.
Och vi som ska utomlands om en vecka, det suger ju ganska mycket faktiskt.
film snart med nat & kanske evelina.
fram tills dess blir det lyssna på någon bummulsinlindande musik.
forgive me first love, but i'm tired
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