"Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die."
There's something missing in my hand. Something isn't right with this land. Between my fingers, between my lips, the taste of dreams still remains. Why can't i fight this feeling, the weakling inside of me never does. Maybe if your chariot would take me far away to happiness, maybe you... maybe me....
Äh fan... jag rullar väl en till då.
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