är ni systrar?


varför gjorde eran störda Gud vissa av oss utav sämre lera? har sett människor som ber om slantar men saknar sina händer, håller lådor för att fånga mynten från dom som lyckats samla flera.


when the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.


let's talk about the summer and how you wish it wouldn't end.


the sea lion lay down long. song in the air. why should singer care? when singer can be among song.


Slight of hand won't seperate your body from the dirt you're standing on today.


men tid är väl inte allt vi har, förstånd inte allt vi saknar.


this is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together, we could flood the streets with love or light or heat, whatever.


they say that it is not sad to die when you are old, i say it is sad you're gone, but that is not because you were oh so young.


I just want to go back to that night on the pier when we drank and laughed and sang.


i'm nearly old, i'm almost young, or so i'm told.


I know our song is all but healthy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh with all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes.


well I hadn't noticed but the people really noticed that they really didn't want us around.


wo–o-o–oh känner ni ruset, wo–o–o-o-o-oh det är fest i hela huset.


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