Beskriv era känslor i sångtexter
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Frivolt 
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Is it my imagination?
Is it something that I'm taking ? All the smiles that I'm faking Everything is great Everything is fucking great 8 dec, 2017 13:42 |
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Fellrendión
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Sometimes I just want to drift away into outer space
- I feel so alone on a friday night 
9 dec, 2017 02:04 |
Borttagen
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at least you're happy.
11 dec, 2017 12:27 |
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Beben
Elev 
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can I runaway to somewhere beautiful where nobody knows my name
 
11 dec, 2017 22:08 |
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Lazarus
Prefekt 
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Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown 
11 dec, 2017 23:05 |
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Scorperion
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I gotta say what's on my mind
Something about us Doesn't seem right these days Life keeps getting in the way Whenever we try Somehow the plan Is always rearranged It's so hard to say But I've got to do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way 
12 dec, 2017 22:03 |
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Borttagen
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När jag rörde ditt hår kunde jag också torka din tår ♥
13 dec, 2017 21:46 |
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Scorperion
Elev
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Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed Don't feel like picking up my phone So leave a message at the tone 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything Nothing at all
15 dec, 2017 19:05 |
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catradora
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it tells me i'm a freak
16 dec, 2017 13:04 |
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Fellrendión
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Biting keeps your words at bay
Tending to the sores that stay Happiness is just a gash away When I open a familiar scar Pain goes shooting like a star Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far And you might say it's self-indulgent You might say its self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if I were to be healthy And pens and penknives take the blame Crane my neck and scratch my name But the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain When I jab a sharpened object in Choirs of angels seem to sing Hymns of hate in memorandum And you might say it's self-indulgent And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if I were to be happy
16 dec, 2017 23:28 |
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