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Testo: Nikson. Preachers Go To Hell. I Was Thinking....



I was thinking some days ago about us
How our relation become part of our lives
I just don't seem to be without you anymore
Can never take steps forward I'm sure

Your smile is making my heart bloom everyday of the year
The smell of your hair fills me with joy and we can say
You and I will hit the hall, we'll hit the hall of fame
Doesn't matter what you do I love you anyway

You and me are meant to be full stop.
No longer I want say goodbye to you in the bus stop
Many years of anniversaries, here we, here we go
For you I can even play the husband's role

Your smile is making my heart bloom everyday of the year
The smell of your hair fills me with joy and we can say
You and I will hit the hall, we'll hit the hall of fame
Doesn't matter what you do I love you anyway, yeah!

Sometimes I feel just sad and so alone
You went home and I was there on my own
I just don't seem to be without you anymore
Can never take steps forward I'm sure

Your smile is making my heart bloom everyday of the year
The smell of your hair fills me with joy and we can say
You and I will hit the hall, we'll hit the hall of fame
Doesn't matter what you do I love you anyway