Garbage.
Okej. Någon dag ska jag orka skriva om de senaste dagarna.. Men inte just nu.
Ni får nöja er med en låttext så länge. Så uppdaterar jag så snart jag orkar!
Garbage - Cup of coffee
"I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home
So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this"
Snart är första tussilagon här..
Ni får nöja er med en låttext så länge. Så uppdaterar jag så snart jag orkar!
Garbage - Cup of coffee
"I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home
So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this"
Snart är första tussilagon här..
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