Petra Marklund svarta moln

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What you were to me
A bottle of medicine
A hug to cry in, can't hate you
Can't hate you, oh whatever you do,< br/>o whatever you do with me
Can't hate you
åhh åhh åhh åhh åh whatever you do with me
When you lie there on the ground
and look up at black clouds
Then you know
that I hold you, that I ller you, I hold you,
When they stab you in the back
and the money is almost gone
You know you hold me, that you hold ¥ller me,
you hold me
You hold me, you hold me, you hold me
Get me out of here, London & Paris< br/>doesn't matter we are a fantasy
we are a fantasy, and whatever we do,
and whatever we do, we two< br/>When you're lying there on the ground
looking up at black clouds
You know I'm holding you, I'm holding you,
I h ¥ller you, when they stab you in the back
and the money's almost gone, you know I got you,
you got me, you got me
you hold me, you hold me,
you hold me,
you hold me, you hold me

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