And it goes like this..
Varit på mitt favoritpass, frusit, lagat mat, inte gjort vad jag ska, klarat extern-uppgiften med Alex och Simon, letat efter värme, cyklat och fått hjärtpanik över felskriva arbeten. Men mest av allt har jag lyssnat på Hallelujah i femhundratretton olika versioner.
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
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