Jag var med om en glad natt och en dålig dag.
Åååh, Rock 'n' roll tar död på mig.
/Bob Hund - Rock 'n' roll tar död på mig (igen)
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- You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. And after a while, you can work on points for style. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, so that when they turn their backs on you, you'll get the chance to put the knife in. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, and when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. You gotta stem the evil tide, and keep it all on the inside. You better stay home and do as you're told, and as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
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