oja sis ter

Gift med barn


There's no need for you to say you're sorry
Goodbye, I'm going home

I don't care no more so don't you worry
Goodbye, I'm going home


I hate the way that even though you
know you're wrong, you say you're right
I hate the books you read and all your friends
Your music's shite, it keeps me up all night
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