No place like home.

CARRO & BROR (och lillronja) <3

PAPPA & JAG <3

RONJA <3

SYSTER, DENNIS, JAG & RONJA <3

DENNIS <3

SYSTER & MAMMA <3

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I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say girl take a good look around This is your hometown, this is your hometown This is your hometown, this is your hometown

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It's hard to say come closer When you're so far away And sometimes it's hard to remember that Tomorrow is as close as yesterday I'm dossing up and down these streets, Where nothing ever seems to change Where wet green grass meets dust and dirt That's where love no longer hurts I've never been a loner, At least I've never wanted to be one So whatever you do, remember one thing: My home is where my heart is and... This is my home town

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Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I’ve met Are the wonders of my world

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Imorgon åker jag hem till mitt Jokkemokkeland och ser så att allt står kvar och ser ut som det ska. Träffar alla fina jag lämnat där. Familj och vänner. Det blir TOP NOTCH! Tråkigt att bror och syster inte har vett att infinna sig. Jobb och barnafödande är ingen godkänd ursäkt. Höhö. Vem som jobbar och vem som ska föda barn lämnar jag osagt.