your smile.
And if my lungs still let me breathe, would you be there for me? If I can make myself believe, I'll give you back what you took away. No, I won't let it go. Douse myself in gasoline. So don't save me when you come into the fire,I'd rather die than have to see your smile..
Rasmus

Ett gott "smile" förlänger livet!

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