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7th FlooR
Seventh floor.
You held my hand and I held yours
I wasn’t sure if you would stay
I saw you on the seventh floor
I saw you dancing whit a hore
I rest my case this is my face
To minutes late and newer shaved
You take some pills and then you cry
I wasn’t home to se you fly
I take some pills and then I cry
You wasn’t home to se me die
Some things should not be said or done
I herd you scream but no one came
You were one the seventh floor
And you were begin me fore more
We were one the seventh floor
We were begin you for more
Skriven av: Mikael jacobsson
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