nioende juni tvåtusennio
Where I can run, just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear, you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better-
You keep making me ill.
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear, you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better-
You keep making me ill.
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