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eilen lapsi heräs siinä 6 aikaa jo ja tänään ennen kuutta :S että' MORO

vielki paha olo :D

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure

Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on strip me of me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if IÂ’m the king of cowards, youÂ’re the queen of pain
IÂ’m rusted from the rain, IÂ’m rusted from the rain, IÂ’m rusted from the rain

DONÂ’T BE AFRAID OF MEÂ…IÂ’M NOT A MAN I USED TO BE
EVERY DAY IS A BATTLE IN MY WARÂ…
YOU DONÂ’T HAVE TO GIVE ME A LATE GOODBYE,
IÂ’M BURNING LIKE A FLAME SO BRIGHTÂ…
ON MY GRAVEÂ…MY FUNERAL DAY