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My bathtub fills up to the top when I cry,
oh, won't you drown with me until it's dry.
I'd breath smoke for you,
I'd even walk in high heals,
over cobblestone just to learn how it feels.
oh, won't you drown with me until it's dry.
I'd breath smoke for you,
I'd even walk in high heals,
over cobblestone just to learn how it feels.
triljoner
Hög på fin parfym ramlar vi omkull,
blommor, äpplen, regnet, inget blir som förr.
De skrumpnar, ruttnar, flagnar, till nått dött och trist
för aldrig släpper doften som vi alla nu har mist.
