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« Svar #210: 01 Mar 2009, 21:21 »

Radiohead

Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so very special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so very special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out the door
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...
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« Svar #211: 01 Mar 2009, 21:50 »

Hehe den perfekte sang til kærlighed der ikke bliver gengivet^^

Elvis Perkins - Shampoo

sweep up, little sweeper boy
It's you who's got the wig on here
sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up

yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
yellow is the color of the sun
and black is the color of
a strangled rainbow
that's the color of my loss
black is the color of my true love's arrow
that's the color of human blood

you got a shot of shampoo
though it was made thirty years ago
you got a shot of shampoo
though you were made twenty years ago

speak up, little sweeper boy
they are hard of hearing
anything that anyone has to say

o they say
yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
yellow is the color of the sun
black is the color of
a strangled rainbow
the color of my loss
and black is the color of my true love's arrow
that's the color of my blood
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« Svar #212: 05 Mar 2009, 19:56 »

Adam Sandler - At A Medium Pace

Put your arms around me baby
Can't you see I need you so
Hold me close against your skin
I'm about to begin
Lovin' you

Spit on your hand and stroke my cock
At a medium pace
Play with my balls and tell me
How big they are
Honey, rub your beaver
Up and down my face
Sit on the corner of the bed
And watch me whack off

You see that shampoo bottle
Now stick it up my ass
Push it in and out
At a medium pace
Talk about your old boyfriend's dick
And how big it was
Now shave off my pubes
And punch me in the face
Whoa darlin'
Make me push my dick and balls
Back between my legs
Call me an ugly woman
And take my picture to show
All the people you work with

Now pull up my scrotum
And take the shampoo bottle
Out of my ass
Pretend I'm the pizza delivery guy
And watch me whack off

Strap on a dildo
And make me give you head
Tell me to slow down
And do it at a medium pace
I feel so humiliated
I'm about to blow my load
You tell me it's time to make love
But now I can't
'Cause I spewed all over myself
Then you look into my eyes
And you realize
How much I enjoy lovin' you
I'm so sorry I spunked on my stomach
Maybe next time I'll be better at lovin' you

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« Svar #213: 05 Apr 2009, 21:46 »

The FM Song

To the Tune of: How you remind me, Nickelback.

Never made it as West Brom
I couldn't cut it as a transfer dealer
Tired of playin with Aston Veelaa
I'm sick inside without a sense of winnin

And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to score screamers
I was waiting on a different finish
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a contract worth breakin

I've been beat, I've been down
To the bottom of every league
Despite tactics in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause being managed by me musta nearly killed ya

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to win matches
I was waiting on a different result
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a team worth selling

I've been right, I've been up
To the top of each league
Despite tactics in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

Never made is as a West Brom
I couldn't cut it as a transfer dealer
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to give budgets
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a team worth selling

I've been beat, I've been down
To the bottom of every league
Despite players in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
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« Svar #214: 05 Apr 2009, 22:05 »

BOB DYLAN:
Masters of War


Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul

Andl I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

En fantastisk sang. Dylan skrev den da han var 21 - utroligt! Synes specielt de her linier er fede:
''You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
''

''You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
''

''How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
''

''Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul
''

''And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
''

Det var næsten hele sangen, men, what the hell..
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« Svar #215: 06 Apr 2009, 17:25 »

Avenged Sevenfold - A Little Piece Of Heaven


Before the story begins, is it such a sin,
for me to take what's mine, until the end of time
We were more than friends, before the story ends,
And I will take what's mine,
create what God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long,
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong,
before the possibilities came true,
I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears,
conjuring her deepest fears
(come here you fucking bitch)

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times,
I can't believe it,
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes,
Eyes over easy, eat it eat it eat it

She was never this good in bed
even when she was sleepin'
now she's just so perfect I've
never been quite so fucking deep in
it goes on and on and on,
I can keep you lookin' young and preserved forever,
with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

’Cause I really always knew that my little crime
would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
and I know, I know it's not your time
but bye, bye
and a word to the wise when the fire dies
you think it's over but it's just begun
baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
’cause everybody's gotta die sometime, we fell apart
let's make a new start
’cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah
but baby don't cry

Now possibilities I'd never considered,
are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard,
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave,
to repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy
Eat it eat it eat it

Now that it's done I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize from somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I've done
’Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
while you burned in hell, no peace forever

’Cause I really always knew that my little crime
would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
and I know, I know it's not your time
but bye, bye
and a word to the wise when the fire dies
you think it's over but it's just begun
but baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
’Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, We fell apart
Let’s make a new start
’Cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah
But baby don't cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I’ll grant you a chance)
And if it's not enough
(If it’s not enough, If it’s not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again
(Over and over again)
We’re coming back, coming back
We’ll live forever, live forever
Let’s have wedding, have a wedding
Let’s start the killing, start the killing

Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?
(Yes, I do.)
Do you take this woman in death for the rest of your unnatural life?
(I do.)
I now pronounce you...

’Cause I really always knew that my little crime
would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
and I know, I know it's not your time
but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
you think it's over but it's just begun
but baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
’Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, we fell apart
Let’s make a new start
’Cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah
But baby don't cry
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« Svar #216: 18 Apr 2009, 12:26 »

U2 - Elevation
High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here
At the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips
Eclipse
You elevate my soul

I've got no self control
Been living like a mole now
Going down, excavation
High and High in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

A star
Lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind

Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

I and eye in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Love
Lift me up from out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

High and high in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Elevation
Elevation
Elevation

Elevaaation

U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still havent found what Im looking for
But I still havent found what Im looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still havent found what Im looking for
But I still havent found what Im looking for

I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well yes Im still running

You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it

But I still havent found what Im looking for
But I still havent found what Im looking for
But I still havent found what Im looking for
But I still havent found what Im looking for...
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« Svar #217: 18 Apr 2009, 17:51 »

Fiskesangen
Jeg har fanget mig en fisk i dag,
og jeg synes den smagt af bjørn,
så du kan nok forstå jeg er ovenpå,
for jeg troede den ville smage af børn.

Bummelum-bum-bum, det min fiskesang,
kom og prøv min fiskestang,
du kan nok forstå jeg er ovenpå,
for jeg har selv fanget fisken.

Jeg er hjernedød, men jeg har en sød,
lille kone der passer mig,
hun er altid frisk på at stege fisk,
hun vil sikkert også stege en for dig.

Bummelum-bum-bum, det min fiskesang,
kom og prøv min fiskestang,
hun er altid frisk på at stege en fisk,
bare ikke hvis den er lavet af la..krids.

Ja, det giver sådan en røg i køkkenet.
Så er der kaff'!
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« Svar #218: 18 Apr 2009, 18:27 »

Fiskesangen
Jeg har fanget mig en fisk i dag,
og jeg synes den smagt af bjørn,
så du kan nok forstå jeg er ovenpå,
for jeg troede den ville smage af børn.

Bummelum-bum-bum, det min fiskesang,
kom og prøv min fiskestang,
du kan nok forstå jeg er ovenpå,
for jeg har selv fanget fisken.

Jeg er hjernedød, men jeg har en sød,
lille kone der passer mig,
hun er altid frisk på at stege fisk,
hun vil sikkert også stege en for dig.

Bummelum-bum-bum, det min fiskesang,
kom og prøv min fiskestang,
hun er altid frisk på at stege en fisk,
bare ikke hvis den er lavet af la..krids.

Ja, det giver sådan en røg i køkkenet.
Så er der kaff'!
Grin
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« Svar #219: 18 Apr 2009, 23:08 »

Grin

I just felt like I had to! Grin
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« Svar #220: 28 Apr 2009, 00:16 »

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo,
(publikum gentager!)
Hvis jeg var i Congo så tog jeg mig en neger,
(publikum gentager!)
Han squ´bære alt det lort jeg ikke selv gad bære..
(publikum gentager!)

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..
Hvis jeg var i Afghanistan så tog en afghaner,
Jeg squ’ være luftmissil og han en talibaner..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Amerika så tog jeg mig en amerikaner,
han skal sniffe kokain i lange hvide baner..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Italien så tog jeg mig en Romer,
Han squ´stor og hård alt-i-mens han tog mig…

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Sverige så tog jeg mig en svensker,
han sku' bare skydes, for de er ikke men'sker...

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Rusland så tog jeg mig en russer,
Han squ´spise kaviar og drikke Vodka sjusser..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i USA så tog jeg mig en neger,
Han squ’ hedde Rodney King og han squ´tæskes mere..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Engeland så tog jeg mig en brite,
Han squ´være holigan og sparke folk i skridtet..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Tyskeland, så fandt jeg mig en taber,
Hun squ´være super glad for at sutte på min svaber..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Fineland, så tog jeg mig en finne,
Hun squ´være liderlig og få mig til at spine..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Jylland så tog jeg mig en jyde,
Hun squ´være ung og glad, og bare lade sig spyde..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Afrika så tog jeg mig en neger,
De er ikke særlig svær´at lokke med bananer..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Danemark så tog jeg mig en dansker,
Han squ´onanere mig med fine hvide hansker..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Skotteland så tog jeg mig en skotte,
Han squ´bare ligge der og kæle for min måtte

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Italien så tog jeg mig en Romer,
Han squ´være stor og fræk.. og med de rigti´former..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var i Irland så tog jeg mig en irer,
Han squ´være rigtig vild og få mig til at dirre..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var på hyttetur så tog jeg mig en russer,
Hun squ´løbe nøgen rundt og vifte med sine fine hvide trusser..

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hvis jeg var på ”navn på hytten” så tog jeg mig en skovmand,
Han squ´ha´den store tur, det koster kun en plovmand

Ejjj jeya jeya jeay jeay.. gid jeg var i Congo..

Hula Hula bongo bongo, gid vi var i Congo

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« Svar #221: 12 Jun 2009, 21:28 »

Eminem - Insane
[Verse 1]
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head
My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed
'Til one night he snuck in and said
We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the she'd
Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxbin instead?
After I fuck you in the butt, get some head
Bust a nut, get some rest
The next day my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid!
The bastard won't even eat nothing he's fed
He just hung himself in the bedroom he's dead"
"Debbie don't let that fucker get you upset
Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck
I bet you he's fakin' it, I bet you
I bet he probably just want's to see how upset you would get
I'll go handle this of course, unless you object"
"Ahh go fuck his brains out, if any's left in his head"

[Chorus]
If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you would know I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you would know I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

[Verse 2]
"Did you get him?" Naaw, fucker tried to bite my face off
I just got fuckin' chased off with a chainsaw
Then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin' blades off
Ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot
Then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop
Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong
Then he played ping pong with his own ding dong
That motherfucker's got nuts like King Kong
Then he set the lawn mower out on the dang lawn
And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on
Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off
Everything, except his tank top and his training bra
Ain't he raw? Yeah mainiac, that's Shady dog
Man that motherfucker's gangsta, ain't he dog
Shady dog, what be going through that fuckin' brain of yours
Say no more, what the fuck you waitin' for, sing along

[Chorus]
If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you would know I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you would know I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

[Verse 3]
Don't you know what felch means? (yeah), well then tell me
Would you rather get felched or do the felching
Fuck him in the ass, suck the cum out while you're belching
Burp, belch, then go back for a second helping
Can you dig what I'm sayin' man, can you smell me?
I want you to feel me like my step father felt me
Fuck a little puppy, kick the puppy while he's yelping
"Shady what the fuck you saying?" I don't know help me!
What the fuck's happening, I think I'm fucking melting
"Marshall I just love you boy, I care about your well being"
No Dad, I said no, I don't need no help peeing
I'm a big boy, I can do it by myself see
I only get naked when the baby sitter tells me
She showed me a movie like "Nightmare on Elm Street"
But it was X, and they called it "Pubic Hair on Chelsea"
"Well this is called ass rape, and we're shooting the jail scene"

[Chorus]
If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you would know I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you would know I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

Fuck en genial sang. Thumbs Up
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« Svar #222: 07 Aug 2009, 02:41 »

Aerosmith - Dream On
Fantastisk smuk tekst! Thumbs Up

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isnt that the way
Everybodys got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybodys sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
(x2)

Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
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Sv: Fede Sangtekster!
« Svar #223: 20 Aug 2009, 16:47 »

Datarock - Computer Camp Love - Meget flippet sang Grin Det der skal ligges mærke til derudover, er at sangen er en dialog mellem ham der var på Computer Camp og fortæller om hende Judy, og så svarer et kor tilbage Wink
I ran into her on computer camp
Was 1984, not sure
I had my commodore 64
Had to score
(Not with a -- tramp)
She’s not a tramp
Her name is Judy
That’s a nice name
Yeah she’s a nice girl
Big deal
Did you get in her pants
She’s not that kind of a girl booger
Why, does she have a penis
Seen as supremus
You better know she’s a genus and a Venus
Tell me more was it love at first sight
That’s right this was god giving grace with a face you could praise
Tell me more did you put up a fight
I don’t think so but before we tour the chorus stall let’s all explore a more a
Computer cabin war
That right
I said before we explore the amore on my story do a dora
Computer cabin war
Seen as supremus
You better know she’s a genus and a Venus
Tell me more was it love at first sight
That’s right this was god giving grace with a face you could praise
Tell me more did you put up a fight...
I ran into her on computer camp
Computer cabin war
Hard core
It started like a boar ending up on the floor
Come on now tell me more
Seen as supremus
You better know she’s a genus and a Venus
Tell me more was it love at first sight
That’s right this was god giving grace with a face you could praise
Tell me more did you put up a fight...
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Sv: Fede Sangtekster!
« Svar #224: 21 Aug 2009, 22:55 »

Feeder - Feeling the moment
http://www.youtube.com/v/MjgQLEZ6vjY&feature=PlayList&p=12ABE98061D4B23D

Feeling the moment slip away
Losing direction you're losing faith
You're wishing for someone
Feeling it all begin to slide
Am I just like you
All the things you do - can't help myself

How do you feel when there's no sun
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again
How will you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you

Turning to face what you've become
Bury the ashes of someone
Broken by the strain
Trying to fill that space inside
Am I just like you
All the things you do - can't help myself

How do you feel when there's no sun
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again
How will you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you
All the things you do

Don't ever feel
That you're alone
I'll never let you down
I'll never leave you dry
Don't fall apart
Don't let it go
Carry the notion
Carry the notion back to me

Feeling the moment slip away
Feeling the moment slip away

Cause I'm just like you

How do you feel when there's no sun
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again
How will you feel when there's no one

Am I just like you?

Fedeste sang ever..
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