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I´ll be gone

Can´t help breaking down
I want to escape
far from this town
Nothing is keeping me at this place
not a single fucking face

By tomorrow I´ll be gone
like the notes to your favoruite song

Feel like screaming head high
beat you up, hope you die
See your blood all red
You fade away in death bed

But by tomorrow I´ll be gone
like the notes to your favoruite song

I can stand strong
knowing that I won
and when I leave this town
nothing, can ever bring me down




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Publicerad 2008-11-23 14:36



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