And this is how I feel about it..

It ain't enough, it ain't half of what you ow me.
It's just my luck to find someone like you.
It ain't enough, it ain't half of what you told me.
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough.

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It was like too much coffee, whipping up some day for a day.
But now it seems we lost it, I don't know where or how or when.
If I could have those days again I think I'd do things just the same.

Cause it's a fine line, a fine line between pleasure and pain.
It's just for one night, hold tight, and save me again.
I just want you to know that it's hard to let you go.
And it's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

And we were perfect lovers, you'd be Bobby, I'd be Joon.
And Bobby found another, so he told me secondhand.
But if I could have those days again I think I'd to things just the same.

Cause it's a fine line, a fine line between pleasure and pain.
It's just for one night, hold tight, and save me again.
I just want you to know that it's hard to let you go.
And it's a fine line between pleasure and pain.


I could smooth things over, God knows I know how to act.
I loved you like I mean it, but did you love me back?

Cause it's a fine line, a fine line between pleasure and pain.
It's just for one night, hold tight, and save me again.
It's a fine line, a fine line between pleasure and pain.
It's just for one night, hold tight, and save me again.
I just want you to know that it's hard to let you go.
But from this memories they say it's what we make.
It's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

Stavre om sommaren, bw

Den enda bok jag kunde komma över läste jag
å jag spydde aldrig på kullen vid fyra på gården.
Jag behövde aldrig ungdomsvården, den enda som aldrig rökte
den enda som aldrig försökte fuska på proven, då lär man sej ju inte nåt.
Jag var nog värd all stryk som jag har fått.
Den enda som inte tafsades på, den enda det inte bråkades på
den enda som hade en god relation till mor och far.
Å jag grät mej till sömns efter alla dar.
Å jag grät mej till sömns efter alla dar.
Dom säger de e kul å va ung å fri.
Fri från vaddå? Förpliktelser, tjenare
man skulle va hora, madonna, smart å korkad på samma gång.
Man skulle ha en kille me bil, man skulle ha en silverring.
Jag var inte ens kysst, men jag visste vem jag var.
Så jag grät mej till sönms efter alla dar.
Så jag grät mej till sönms efter alla dar.
Tack kära år som går.
Tack kära dagar som lägger en paus mellan nu och då
å en paus mellan dej å mej.
Jag såg dej på stan igår, du såg ledsnare ut än mej,
jag skrattade mej till sömns...
Vilken jävla lögn att de ska va ens bästa tid!
Vilken jävla lögn att de ska va ens bästa tid!
Vilken jävla lögn att de ska va ens bästa tid!
Vilken jävla lögn att de ska va ens bästa tid!


moa



tack alla ni som hjälpt mig!



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