känslan som jag hade 03:30 i natt, nyss hemkommen från kvarnen till en tom lägenhet som för två månader sedan var Vår, beskrivs ord för ord i Kirsty MacColls "They don't know":
You've been around for such a long time now
Oh maybe I could leave you but I don't know how
And why should I be lonely every night
When I can be with you
Oh yes you make it right
And I don't listen to the guys who say
That you're bad for me and I should turn you away
'Cos they don't know about us
And they've never heard of love
I get a feeling when I look at you
Wherever you go now I wanna be there too
They say we're crazy but I just don't care
And if they keep on talking still they get nowhere
So I don't mind if they don't understand
When I look at you and you hold my hand
'Cos they don't know about us
And they've never heard of love
och ja, tack moneybrother.
nu hägrar max i hammarby sjöstad.
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