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10 August, 2010

Even if it kills me.

Jeg har kvalme over mig selv. But I'll let the music speak for me.



Would I see you tonight, at a place we go?
Could going through the motions, lead to real emotion?
I wanna make things right
before time runs out.

It was like you said,
the taste doesn't taste like it should
Roll down the windows,
let the cold air come in
Slap my face, just to feel you somehow, again.

Hvis jeg kunne, ville jeg også ignorere hele situationen. But you mean(t) too much to me.

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