I know, I swear, we'll find somewhere the streets are made of gold.
Tillbaka till pluggandet imorgon. Får vi veta mattenationellas resultat? Pulsen går i tvåhundra. Åh. Ta mig härifrån.
But let's fly, split the sky, but that's all right, sometimes, sunlight comes streaming through the holes.
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