your lips taste just like money
sova strängnäs liv. det var igår.
jag har ingen ork idag.
Concrete high rise I need no pity
On the sky train cross this city
Jesus died and God's gone missing
Take your skin off it might fit me now
Love is dead and you're so pretty baby
jag har ingen ork idag.
Concrete high rise I need no pity
On the sky train cross this city
Jesus died and God's gone missing
Take your skin off it might fit me now
Love is dead and you're so pretty baby
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