jag har alltid känt mig vacker i dina ögon.




All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down


And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again



I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more


/ J


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