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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
my tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
and even if I could it'd all be grey
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad
( •‿• )つ —̳͟͞͞ 💗 —̳͟͞͞💗 +
(つ < —̳͟͞͞💗
| _つ + —̳͟͞͞💗 —̳͟͞͞💗 ˚
`し´
H e a d e d s t r a i g h t f o r t h e c o n c r e t e
In a nightmare, screaming
Now I'm wide awake, spiraling
And you don't wanna talk
She's asleep, in the backseat
Looking peaceful, enough to me
But she's waking up, inside a dream
F u l l o f s c r e e c h i n g t i r e s a n d f i r e
We're coming back, from where no one lives
Pretty much just veterans
When I pointed out where the North Star is
She called me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ liar
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