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Anssi Kela
Miscellaneous
Kaunotar Ja Basisti
Lapland rundi in January, I pee right on the bus's cardan shaft.
It must not be easy to be a woman when stupidity builds up.
But it's good I don't take it, it calls us its golden boys.
But how black feels that it says that to me seriously.
Is this all just imagination, again, do I think too much, do I think too much.
I can't get peace from my thoughts, when all the time I'm wondering in my mind
if he feels this way too.
The rest sleep drunk, but I get to drive the bus all night long.
She keeps me company and tells me things about herself.
How the mother cut the gaps when the daughter started singing.
And I drive even if I want to change them all the words to a kiss.
Is this all just an imagination, am I thinking too much, am I thinking too much.
I can't get peace from my thoughts, when all the time I'm thinking in my mind
does he feel me too? s like that.
Is this all just an imagination, am I thinking too much, am I thinking too much.
I can't get peace from my thoughts, when all the time I'm thinking in my mind
does he feel me too That's it.
In January, in the Lapland night, the tank starts to be empty.