Just nu känner jag mig:
"Samson came to my bed,
told me that my hair was red
told me I was beautiful and
came into my bed."
och
"And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain"
(egentligen mest "Samson" som ett soundtrack över hela dagen. Not necessarily bad, just a bit sad.)
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