Come as you are

 

Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory.

Memory ah, Memory ah, Memory ah.


Come doused in Mud, soaked in Bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old Memory ahhh.

Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh.


And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh. (Don't have a Gun.)


And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
(Memory ahh, Memory ahh)

 


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Postat av: Mats

Hmm, maybe it's a trick? Maybe all your friends should wear kevlar? =P



Den där låten är bra. =)

2010-01-31 @ 18:15:36

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