Lyrics:
We are two blots of ink In a blank sheet of life We result of a leak We embrace what we are I'm a shape of a smile You're a shape of a heart We are
Living with the blot Final destination is a rotting Head is waiting for a final shot Final destination is a rotting Final destination – living
Har drip (drip) Vem är ni (vem) Hela min drip är blöt (splash) Har keys och enemies om några dagar vi har minst en död Hela mitt liv varit på gatan
picture's debris We're so far apart You couldn't see the Colors that I brought It was perfect to me But you spotted every blot I imagined in my mind
enhver, evigt er kun nu og her, men i glemmebogen, der fandt vi vores sang. Man ska kende sin besøgstid, er et motto jeg har - blot en sang til, så er jeg
Blot Out we hate you, you're so fucking cool and you're so fucking cool that you make us all drool Blot Out we hate you, you're so fucking good
where you at yo Um, yea you know you owe me a lot of money Come on now don't fuck with me Uhh Listen I'm coming like Blot blot blot Ayye, Hit me back hoe
og bredt på det store Internet om ikke andet, så blot til tidsfordriv. Surfer rundt på må og få som på en bølgetop.
And really rare, like read dads I pull that trigger, hear that blast? Blot, blot, blot Another piggy down, you hear that plop? I fried him up, like pork chops
hyssop, and I shall be clean Wash me and I’ll be whiter than snow Hide your face from all of my sins And blot out all of my iniquities Have mercy on me Have
Yourself At Your Purest Form) (Keep Yourself At Your Purest Form) (Shame and Regret Are Tough Stains To Blot) (Keep Yourself At Your Purest Form) (Keep
have nedbrændt Hele byen her Giv mig mine vinger Så jeg kan flyve op som en due Eller sæt mig på plakaten til Hjørring Dyrskue Giv mig blot en enkelt
Låt oss samlas i fullmånens sken för midvinter blot Guda hovets väggar skall färgas röda av blod Av varje levande väsen skall vi offra nio Genom
målar Skriver melodier Du får inte sova Mitt hjärta det e trasigt tusen nålar Min kudde den e blöt för jag har sparat massa tårar Vet due den rätte ye Ser
Beiber so much, wiff all my heart Ayy, what's with buttsbot, ayy One day he says poopoo and then balls on the next day Actin' like he's Blot, but he's
solnedgång Här under ytan är jag alltid blöt, jag har Sällan flyt i min roll som din. I vattnet flyter din spegelbild. Din mun den rör sig men har inga ord.
ting, jorden med, thi den er falsk og hul, rør blot ikke ved min gamle jul. Jul, jul, jul, jul, jul, jul, rør blot ikke ved min gamle jul, jul, jul, jul,
slipp til. Blot, blot, blot til skalden.
Jeg frygter blot at blive for triviel, og kan de virkelig ikke se at jeg er noget helt specielt? Min tommelfinger vandrer efterhånden mere end jeg gør.
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your loving-kindness in your great compassion blot out my offenses. Wash me through and through from my
livet er som at kaste terninger I himlen fik vi fortalt at du skulle bo Men Nietzsche skrev din nekrolog Så er paradiset nu blot et dødsbo? Du kan true
dis flakker jeg rundt På jagt, en alkohol kødrus Blot en skygge af mit virkelige jeg Svævende i et vindpust - Vemod, sprættet op af ord Du er smertens
at all I can't recall I can't at all Don't remember I don't want to know Forget Blot it out my mind Don't remember I don't want to know Forget Blot it out
came to be Primordial and broken The sacred, the profane In the freezing blue Scavengers remain Emerge from the highest tide Fomorians rise Blot out
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