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I could easily stay, and never come home
Looking out on the field like its never been changed
The past is a place that you can never return to
Even though people say that this is where you belong
I could easily stay, and never come home
Looking out on the field like its never been changed
The past is a place that you can never return to
Even though people say that this is where you belong
Nu en kopp grönt te innan sängen med en bra kärleks bok
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