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Idag kommer den förhoppningsvis
I spent so many evenings in my head
I'd lie alone on an unmade bed
Counting the minutes like numbered clocks
Should I call, should I write, should I read, should I stop?
I'm a child, I'm a ghost, I'm a slur, I'm a boast
I'm a prince, I'm a king, I'm a ryhme, I'm a ring
I'm unable to sleep, I'm unable to sing
I'm a desperate and lonely, frightened, unholy thing
And you'd say la la la I'm so glad I'm over you
As you reach for your drink and you tell me you like my shoes
And I smile like a wretch, there's not much else I can do...
Annons
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