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That girl always understands me She knows almost everything about me She's been with me since we were five I mean I've known her my whole life   I got myself an apartment
A girl walked up to me and my brother And said hi, how are you My brother just stood there and stuttered  So I said good, how bout you  *Not finished
Prestera. men varför? - Makulera. men vad då? för att etablera mig, nya versionen som ändå klänger och sträcker sitt håll på minnes handtag för att ju en dag skulle jag säga att detta allt var värt att kämpa för livet vilkets meriter har blivit mi
  A girl half alive half dead She never really was alive But I have always loved her Her soft and gentle hands that I adore in all who touch mine
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