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onsdag, december 09, 2009
I still can't pick my favorite place
These words were my own - Thina @ 15:17
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- In the ashes of our lives
- But all I see reminds me so 'bout you
- I came, I saw, I kicked some ass
- I'm like a junkie without an addiction
- Together we'll mend your heart
- I'll walk a thousand miles
- Det är Christmas fan!
- Långkalsong, långkalsong, vilket jäla larv
- I ett barns klara ögon bor den
- String up the lights and light up the trees
- Look for the girl with the broken smile
- Oh I found myself and ran away
- We are the color symphony
- I need direction to perfection
- Like a rainbow around my heart
- Just a funeral march for love today
- But I'm as blue as a boy can be
- This innocence is brilliant
- Hey, I'm a believer
- Time will destroy me so slowly
- The sky was burning up like fireworks
- I still can't pick my favorite place
- I've lost the will to carry on
- Be my mirror, my sword and shield
- No stoppin' now, my Pirelli's on roll
- When we dance you have a way with me
- Colors change for no good reason
- We're hotter when we don't give a damn
- Let me know, is your heart still beating?
- Burn baby burn
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