onsdag 22 december 2010

There was nothing ever gained by a wet thing called a tear

Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There was nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer


Glaset har jag fått av min lilla mamma och min lilla pappa. Innehållet (en tolvåring vid namn Yamazaki) har jag fått av min lilla Fiat. Förkylningen den ska bota har jag fått av världen/ödet/livet.

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