Through the snow

Song of the day;;


I'm coming up only to hold you under
And coming up only to show you're wrong
And to know you is hard, we wonder
To know you all wrong, we warn

Really too late to call
So we wait for morning
To wake you is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn

At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you're down for
And coming up only to show you're wrong

To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang upon

At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

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Tosi kiva aivan vituiks menneen yön jälkeen herätä ja saada tietää et sulla on 38 astetta kuumetta. Eli ei koulua sit tänään tai huomenna. Kurkku on kipiä, olo on helvetin tukkonen, väsyttää... Ihanaa tämmönen. En tiedä otinko itteeni sitten siitä Vaasan kylmemmästä säästä vai mikä tässä nyt mättää, mut no jaa. Eiköhän tästä selvitä. 

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