till alla er som blivit kvar hemma:
I'll buy you a drink when I get into town
And we'll go out walking 'till our boots are run down
We'll walk through this town where all the alleys are haunted
Though the streets are deserted these ghosts remain undaunted
And you're laughing louder in my ear with every bottle of beer
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