pray.

when i get out of bed, you know i miss you
when i ride in my car, you know i miss you
in the traffic jam , you know i miss you
all the way around town, yeah because i miss you

Sit staring at work, you know i miss you
Yeah all day it hurts because they left me and i go out get drunk, you know i miss you
come home pass out, yeah because i miss you

i say a pray for you to come back, for you to come back.
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Fredag är känslan av frihet. Underbart!
Nu ska jag gå ut en stund, andas


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