softar på stationen.


oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?


you and me we're the same, asking for more than the numbing existence offered us all.


i think you and my friends should hang out on the weekends.


det är svårt att stå i centrum så han byter bara bussen där, tid och rymd är nu så han rymmer nu.


"hej vi är t-cirkeln, vanliga samtalsämnen här är hash, alkohol, hårtvätt och dokumentärer"


well, in five years time we'll be walking 'round the zoo.


i'm not kidding, i am not leaving this house 'til i look better.


So block your ears, close your eyes, remember you're a golden soul fallen from the boring, heartless, hollywood herd of lies, that they call: beautiful.


the people in the houses all went to the university where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same. There's doctors and lawyers and business executives, they're all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same.


birdgirl.


she concentrates so so hard on the music and loses herself inside of the bass and the movement.


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