Title: Valgfritt

Text: My heart is on my sleeve, wear it like a bruise or black eye. My badge, my weakness means that I believed every single lie you said. Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you. And every single tap on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you. Cause there's a light on in Chicago, and I know I should be home. And all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of your pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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