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Saves The Day Hold

Oh well, you've got me under your spell and I don't think that I'm kidding around. I don't think I can forget you now. I once sat up on my roof and examined

Oversættelse: Redder dagen. Hold.

Oh well, you've got me under your spell and I don't think that I'm kidding around. I don't think I can forget you now. I once sat up on my roof and examined

The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight, and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough on this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the morning

Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens selling an empty dream of cars and calories and everything in between the sun and Saturn's ring, but the

This song will become the anthem of your underground. Your two floors down getting high in the backroom. If I flooded out your house do you think you

If you've got a quarter you can stick in my neck and I'll sing whatever song you want for whatever mood you're in. Isn't that what you expect? I can sing

I said I'd walk you home after our third round Of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts I grabbed hold of your hand. We're up and we're out and

My gut is burning. Won't you find me some water? Hey, just forget it can you bring me gasoline and collect a couple forks, hold them three feet apart