Aint no sunshine when shes gone
Its not warm when shes away
Aint no sunshine when shes gone
And shes always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where shes gone
Wonder if shes gonna stay
Aint no sunshine when shes gone
And this house just aint no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know...
Aint no sunshine when shes gone
Aint no sunshine when shes gone
Only darkness everyday
Aint no sunshine when shes gone
And this house just aint no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away....
1 kommentar:
Er hårde men stadig gode. Min bedste venindes mor døde da vi var teenagere. Vi taler tit om, at hun savner hende og at det gør ondt, men vi taler også om, at det er dejlig at tale om hende, og dejligt at holde mindet i live.
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