Just like in Eden
I wait to go in Sweden
When I became eighteen.
I thought it was night
But it just was a night mare
Fall in love with a gangster.
I badly like you
That's the reason I love you
Can't live without you.
I badly like you
I hope you love me back
Hope you love me too.
You leave me breathless
You chocked the air out of me
Painting of my death.
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