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prøv å legge til havna hos en dame på 17.mai

 

"chuttonda maaai, är vi så glaa i"

 

riktig kos med blåserekka til en gjeng korpsfreaks da, ja.

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legge til havna = skalltrampe spermslegge = bolling

 

dette en digresjon, men det var snakk på høy musikk til utidige tidspunkt..

 

korps og deising av kjæreste på 17.mai = høyst usjarmerende. Alt som går gjennom hodet når blåsingen av messing når det blir akkompagnert av "hurra! hurraaa!" kan ikke trykkes her.

 

Det var knapt verdt det.

 

Heller ett soverom vegg i vegg med en dame som ikke kan synge, men som synger til all musikken hun har. "cotton-eye joe" klokken 4.55 på morgenen.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2qr9dL2UZc

 

You pulled your things off the walls, took all that was yours.

You packed your books into boxes and placed them at the door.

You emptied your half of our closet, and went through the drawers.

Taking it all for granted and left what was left for me on the floor.

 

And still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to move you.

Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to get you to stay.

Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to move you.

Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to get you to stay.

 

And I said, "What about this? What about that? Don't you remember the good times?

What about this? What about that? Don't you remember our life?"

She said, "What about this? And what about that? Don't you remember the hard times?

What about this? And what about that? Don't you remember our lives?"

 

And I said, "No, wait. (No, wait)."

And she said, "No, it's too late. (No, it's too late)."

And I said, "Wait, please stay. (Wait, please stay)."

But she said, "No, I'm going away. (I'm going away)."

 

And I said, "No, you cannot go."

And I said, "Wait, please stay."

She said, "No, I have to go. It's too late, I'm going away.

And there's nothing in the world that you could say to make me stay."

 

You pulled your things off the walls, took all that was yours.

You packed your books into boxes and placed them at the door.

You emptied your half of our closet, and went through the drawers.

 

Dypt! :cry:

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2qr9dL2UZc

 

You pulled your things off the walls, took all that was yours.

You packed your books into boxes and placed them at the door.

You emptied your half of our closet, and went through the drawers.

Taking it all for granted and left what was left for me on the floor.

 

And still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to move you.

Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to get you to stay.

Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to move you.

Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to get you to stay.

 

And I said, "What about this? What about that? Don't you remember the good times?

What about this? What about that? Don't you remember our life?"

She said, "What about this? And what about that? Don't you remember the hard times?

What about this? And what about that? Don't you remember our lives?"

 

And I said, "No, wait. (No, wait)."

And she said, "No, it's too late. (No, it's too late)."

And I said, "Wait, please stay. (Wait, please stay)."

But she said, "No, I'm going away. (I'm going away)."

 

And I said, "No, you cannot go."

And I said, "Wait, please stay."

She said, "No, I have to go. It's too late, I'm going away.

And there's nothing in the world that you could say to make me stay."

 

You pulled your things off the walls, took all that was yours.

You packed your books into boxes and placed them at the door.

You emptied your half of our closet, and went through the drawers.

 

Dypt! :cry:

 

Ånei! 14 år gamle jenter på UKM skildrer kjærlighetstragedier bedre enn det der.

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For dypt? Det er jo 100% straightforward. Ingen skjult mening.

 

Edit: Nå hørte jeg låta. Faen for noe dritmusikk. Lager bedre musikk sjæl.

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Dypere mening, noe som ligger bak, noe som man virkelig må tenke over?

 

Det er jo ingen dyp tekst. Det er en kis som er frustrert over at dama flytter ut og tømmer skuffer og skap. No deep there.

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