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en söt liten flicka - lars winnerbäck

Drunkenly, stumblingly rambled by Lucidor on Tuesday, March 13, 2007

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Gunner, man, that's quicksand.

Well this blaze and noise boy, he's gunning that bitch loaded to blasting point. He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point, and there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, no, there's nothing left that you could sell. Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell.

And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood." I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?

Svaret finns i botten av bägaren. Titta djupt.

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