Jag börjar bli van.

View our old conversions, and smiles.
But it went too far, a smile ended in tears.
Now I fall again, and start to miss. Everything with you.
But that's just for the moment.
Tomorrow I am on my feet again, and then when night comes. Starts all over fromsquare one.
It starts to become a routine. I'm getting used to it. A habit in other words.

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