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Counting all the assholes in the room
Well I'm definitely not alone, well I'm not alone
You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're fool
Well that's just like me yoohoo and I know you too
Mr. Perfect don't exist my little friend
And I tell you that again, and I do it again
Counting all the assholes in the room, Well I'm
definitely not alone, well I'm not alone

Look deep into yourself before you blame all others
for betrayal, for betrayal
I promise, so easy to say, and easy you failed,
and you do it again

Well the music seems do cover
And all the liquid do the colours
Well I turn my back and
go for all the better things in order

Well maybe you think your lie is safe
But I read you like a letter, yeah like a letter
Your charm do not evens the pain
it feeds me with rage, and you do it again

Well the music seems do cover
And all the liquid do the colours
Well I turn my back and
go for all the better things in order

Well maybe you think your lie is safe
But I read you like a letter, yeah like a letter
Your charm do not evens the pain
it feeds me with rage, and you do it again

Well the music seems do cover
And all the liquid do the colours
Well I turn my back and
go for all the better things in order

Well the music seems do cover
And all the liquid do the colours
Well I turn my back and
go for all the better things in order

And a gangster keeps on telling
That he got a song that matters
So I flip a coin towards him
Thank you very much for listening

En familj sitter runt middagsbordet och sonen frågar om han kan få ställa en fråga. Pappan svarar.

Ja visst, fråga på bara

Den unga mannen frågar sin pappa, Pappa, hur många olika typer av bröst finns det?

Pappan blir lite förvånad, men svarar, Jo min son, det finns tre sorters bröst.
I 20-års åldern har kvinnan bröst som är som meloner, runda och fasta.
Runt 30 - 40 Års åldern är brösten som päron, fortfarande fina men lite hängiga.
Efter femtio, blir brösten som lökar.

Lökar?

Ja, när du ser dem, får de dig att börja gråta

Detta utlägg fick både modern och dottern att se rött, så dottern frågar.

Kan jag ställa en personlig fråga?
Mamma, hur många typer av penisar finns det?

Mamman blir lite förvånad, men ler, tittar på sin man och svarar.

Jo min dotter, en man går igenom tre faser.
I 20-års åldern är en mans penis som en ek, ståtlig och hård.
Runt 30 - 40 års åldern är penisen som en björk, flexibel men pålitlig.
Efter femtio blir penisen som en julgran.

Julgran?

Ja, död från roten och kulorna hänger där bara som dekoration.

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

I love you
I've loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

I love you
I've loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go

Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

Ive never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means hes lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry