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Sense tu, sense tu
De sentir-m'en el cel, h'anat a l'infern
Sense tu, sense tu
Són tan llargues les nits, sol'en el meu llit
Sense tu, sense tu
I no sé com puc escapar
Vull fugir de la realitat
Oblidar-me del meu passat, caminar sense més
Tot i que sé qu'al final guanyaré-- *ding* WHEREFORE HAST THOU SO DISPASSIONATE GROWN?!
Duh. But despite having studied Latin rigourously for five consecutive years, my brain still hears humourous non-sequitur after humourous non-sequitur in place of the rather dull actual lyrics.
HOLDING A DOG
ANYHOO
FOR THIS IS HORSE'S FEET
UNCLE STEVE WANTS A PARTY
ALI BABA
FEET IS GOOD
SWEET FRED BREAD
YOU CAN SEE WITH A SPOON-- *ding* YARLY.
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