måndag... ingen rolig dag
It was one hundred degrees,
as we sat beneath a willow tree,
Who's tears didn't care,
they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall.
And I knew I'd made horrible call,
And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,
And there was no doubt about which side I was on.
Cause I built you a home in my heart,With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.
Puss
as we sat beneath a willow tree,
Who's tears didn't care,
they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall.
And I knew I'd made horrible call,
And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,
And there was no doubt about which side I was on.
Cause I built you a home in my heart,With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.
Puss
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