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geschrieben am: 17.03.2002 um 21:56 Uhr
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[i][schwarz]Where du I hide
[b]Nickelback[/b]
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list, and you're last on mine
LookinÂ’ for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, still straining you
I still hear you screaming where do I hide?
And all he asks, I said hurry inside
He said, she said, No she don't
Be back before morning, You know she won't
I remember that summer, like yesterday
And I remember his mother, As he was dragged away
I Still hear him screaming Where do I hide?
And all he asks, I say hurry inside
A whole lot of memory
Yours and not mine
And all he asks, I said hurry inside
mhhhhhhh aaaahhhhhh
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list, and you're last on mine
LookinÂ’ for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, still straining you
I Still hear you screaming Where do I hide?
And all he asks, I say hurry inside
A whole lot of memory
Yours and not mine
And all he asks, I said hurry inside
Where do I hide?
Geiles lied!  find's fast besser als how you remind me
...Verteidger des Blödsinns...
[b]JOH
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