Fixardag idag. Inte lika kul som bra.
Tvätt. Tippen. Flytta på grejer. (Igen.)
So why'd you fill my sorrows.
With the words you've borrowed.
From the only place you've known.
And why'd ya sing Hallelujah.
If it means nothing to you.
Why'd you sing with me at all.
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