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Yeah you cooked his dinners
You raised his children and still
He's not satisfied
He says I rather switch with you
You don't now hard it is
To work from 9-5
But he speaks with his eyes closed
And eventhough you're not all alone
He's never there to be with you
And you remember when you were young
When life was new and it was fun
Now every corner's filled with dust

But you're not coming home tonight

You just took the train
And you left without a wave
Figured he'd never let you leave anyway
And now you're sitting in that train
Seeing life in a new way
And every forest sings a song
One for the heartbroken lovers
And one for the dreamers
And then there's one just for you
The wind's been humming on it all day
And the soil lies awake
Waiting for it's drumsolo

'Cause you're not coming home tonight

The ship is sailing
I'll meet you on the other side
The future's unclear
But hopefully it will be fine

You're not coming home tonight

Idag så fyller Senja 14år, ehm grattis antar jag. Och hon har varit lite av en diktator hela dagen.
Och jag var med Jossan idag och igår. Igår fiskade vi och spelade sims.
Och idag har vi gått lång promenad på ca 8km (enligt mamma) ätit frukt sallad och spelat sims.
Eller jag har ritat en massa medans Jossan dödade sims och möblerade :D Jag tycker att de hade väldigt finna namn, hennes sims gubbar.

Ajaa Hejs.