Spontansjung!
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Borttagen
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You're so bad but I wanna taste, a little taste you have, come on over, right now, take me down - I want your poison.
I thought this was just a phase but everyday I slip, starting over... You crawl through my skin - and I let you in. A little taste... Oooh, ooooooh... A little taste... Oooh, oooooooh... A little taste... Oooh, ooooooh... A little taste... Oooooh! Oh how you give me chills.. hold my breath until it kills me... - Come on, tear me apart! - and I'll rest in pieces.. Don't stop - I haven't had enough. You're mine 'til the sun comes up. I can't have just one, one.. ..A little taste... Oooh, ooooooh... A little taste... Oooh, oooooooh... A little taste... Oooh, ooooooh... A little taste... A little taste.. 20 jan, 2016 20:50 |
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Afturelding
Elev 
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If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs
Would you still love me anyway? If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed Would you still love me anyway?   
21 jan, 2016 12:14 |
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dementorn
Elev 
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Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed just to get it all out What's in my head And I, I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning And I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs What's going on? And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah I said hey, what's going on? And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah I said hey, what's going on?  
21 jan, 2016 17:09 |
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Borttagen
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Hello from the other saaaaaaaaaaajd!!!!!
21 jan, 2016 18:50 |
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Missy The Timelady
Elev 
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There was a barber and his wife
And she was beatiful A foolish barber and his wife She was his reason and his life And she was beautiful And she was virtorius! And he was... Naiv  
21 jan, 2016 19:34 |
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Holytail
Elev 
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I was bound, was tired
Hadn't seen a light so long Thought I lost my fight Couldn't find my way back home And I found the light stepping out of me I was bound, and tired Waiting for daylight Bang my head against the wall Though I feel light headed, now I know I will not fall I will rise above it all Found what I was searching for Though I feel light headed I should have failed, and nailed the floor Instead I rose above it all 
21 jan, 2016 20:03 |
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Borttagen
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Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken And the violence caused such silence Who are we mistaken But you see it's not me It's not my family In your head, in your Head they are fighting With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns In your head, In your head they are cryin' In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie Hey, hey What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie Hey, hey, hey, oh Dou, dou, dou, dou Dou, dou, dou, dou Dou, dou, dou, dou Dou, dou, dou, dou Another mother's breakin' Heart is taking over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen In your head, In your head they're still fightin' With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns In your head, in your head they are dyin' In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie Hey, hey What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie Hey, hey, hey Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, oh, ya, ya-a 21 jan, 2016 20:49 |
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Borttagen
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Skrivet av Missy The Timelady: There was a barber and his wife And she was beatiful A foolish barber and his wife She was his reason and his life And she was beautiful And she was virtorius! And he was... Naiv Yes oh yes. 21 jan, 2016 21:18 |
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dementorn
Elev
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Ey, lyssna!
15 miljoner människor i världen heter Muhammed men vems namn vill de se på CV:t? Jag vet! De säger åk hem till dem som inte har något hem De som sliter ut sina knän på våra gator Ingen åker på semester till Sverige i december Inte för våra smutsiga växelpengar Judith Butler sa "Kön är en imitation utan original" Kön är en imitation utan original Ingen växer upp blå eller rosa Ingen växer upp under- eller överordnad 2% av alla barn som föds i år kommer vara omöjliga att identifiera som x eller y Och de skrattar fortfarande åt "hen" Det finns inga identiteter Allt är en konstruktion Jag står över jantelagen Nej! Vi står över jantelagen Jag är ett statement När du ser mig, Se dig
21 jan, 2016 21:22 |
L'Amour et Psyché 
Elev 
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Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.. 22 jan, 2016 07:13 |
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