Spontansjung!
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MerlinsBeard
Elev 
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We've conquered all of Eurooooope
We're nerver gonna stop From Paris down to Turkeeey We've won the fuckng LOT!!!! Bob Paisley and Bill Shankleeey The fields of Anfield Road We are loyal supporters And we come from Liverpool!!!! ALLEZ ALLEZ ALLEZ 
1 jun, 2019 23:34 |
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Fridulf
Elev 
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Hallelujah, I'm a witch, I'm a witch, hallelujah
Swish swish, I'm a three-point shooter, I blow through ya Like a hot wind out in the bayou, ya  
2 jun, 2019 11:20 |
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Fialisen
Elev 
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Here's to the one with the smoking stare
Running through my head with a bolo knife Chopping up the threads made up from looms Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes Eyes killer cold and black and bare Freaky little tooth hanging solo Sucking at the walls like a rolo now Making a cocoon when my brain fits I wanna go back I wanna go back I wanna go back with a club and attack I wanna take to my guns and break you I gotta make my little foe take his own  
7 jun, 2019 18:59 |
Borttagen
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Reading books in the heat of city lights Bored, everyone's bored When I'm restless, put me under the night life stars And I will feel grounded I know I'm just a girl But can I change lives? If I am nothing, if I am trying, I think I can I step on broken glass, and dream of soft clouds When feelings are heavy they become all we are And we become night time dreamers And street walkers, small talkers When we should be daydreamers And moonwalkers and dream talkers And we become night time dreamers Street walkers, small talkers When we should be daydreamers And moonwalkers and dream talkers In real life The quiet lust belongs to all of us And drivess us closer into the madness Of the world, of a gun (And it suits me just fine) 7 jun, 2019 19:07 |
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Arivle
Elev 
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Dear society
You are moving way too fast Way too fast for me I'm just tryin' to catch my breath Can I get a little peace of mind? And a little bit of silence to unwind? 
7 jun, 2019 22:38 |
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L'Amour et Psyché
Elev 
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Skrivet av Borttagen: Reading books in the heat of city lights Bored, everyone's bored When I'm restless, put me under the night life stars And I will feel grounded I know I'm just a girl But can I change lives? If I am nothing, if I am trying, I think I can I step on broken glass, and dream of soft clouds When feelings are heavy they become all we are And we become night time dreamers And street walkers, small talkers When we should be daydreamers And moonwalkers and dream talkers And we become night time dreamers Street walkers, small talkers When we should be daydreamers And moonwalkers and dream talkers In real life The quiet lust belongs to all of us And drivess us closer into the madness Of the world, of a gun (And it suits me just fine) Vad är det för låt? 7 jun, 2019 22:50 |
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Rhaella
Elev 
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And so you think you're able
To survive this mess by Being a prince or a princess You will soon see There's no escaping tragedy And even if you put in heaps of effort You're just wasting energy Cause your life as you know it is ancient history I have suffered in this jail Have been trapped inside this Cage for ages This living 'ell But if I try I can remember Back before my life had ended Before my happy days were over Before I first heard the Pealing of the bell Like you, I was curious So innocent, I asked a thousand questions But unless you want to suffer Listen up and I will teach you A thing or two You listen here, my dear You'll be punished So severely if you Step out of line And if you cry it will be double You should stay out of trouble And remember to be extremely careful 
8 jun, 2019 12:54 |
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YellowFlowers
Elev 
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Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead I will tell you I love you But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears My nose and feet are running as we start travel through snow Together we go (together we go) We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Oh, miss believer, my pretty weeper Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land As we travel through snow Together we go Together we go We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Even in death may you be triumphant 9 jun, 2019 16:19 |
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Fridulf
Elev
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Break up with your girlfriend
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored
9 jun, 2019 20:39 |
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YellowFlowers
Elev
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im the bad guy,, duh
Even in death may you be triumphant 9 jun, 2019 20:50 |
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