Monday 22 December 2008 photo 1/3
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well I wonder, could it be
when I was dreaming 'bout you
you was dreaming of me
call me crazy, call me blind
to still be suffering is stupid after all of this time
did I lose my love to someone better
and does she loves you like I did
I did, you know I really really did.
well hey, so much I need to say
been lonely since the day
the day you went away
so sad but true, for me there was only you
been lonely since that day
the day you went away.
I remember date and time,
there was tears on my face
and we were letting go for someting special
something we will never have again
I know, I guess I really really know.
why do we never know what we got before it's gone
how could I carry on, the day you went away
'cause I been missing you so much I have to say
been crying sice the day, the day you went away.
just call me crazy, call me blind.
to stil be suffering is stupid after all of this time.
vad vet du om månljuset
förrän du har blivit sönerslaget under det.
vad vet du om gryningen
förrän du mött varje morron med sömnlösa ögon
vad vet du om solen
förrän nån släkt alla ljusen
vad vet du om kärleken
förrän du förgäves hatat den
och vad vet du om mina tårar å känslor
förrän du levat ett liv som jag gör.
when I was dreaming 'bout you
you was dreaming of me
call me crazy, call me blind
to still be suffering is stupid after all of this time
did I lose my love to someone better
and does she loves you like I did
I did, you know I really really did.
well hey, so much I need to say
been lonely since the day
the day you went away
so sad but true, for me there was only you
been lonely since that day
the day you went away.
I remember date and time,
there was tears on my face
and we were letting go for someting special
something we will never have again
I know, I guess I really really know.
why do we never know what we got before it's gone
how could I carry on, the day you went away
'cause I been missing you so much I have to say
been crying sice the day, the day you went away.
just call me crazy, call me blind.
to stil be suffering is stupid after all of this time.
vad vet du om månljuset
förrän du har blivit sönerslaget under det.
vad vet du om gryningen
förrän du mött varje morron med sömnlösa ögon
vad vet du om solen
förrän nån släkt alla ljusen
vad vet du om kärleken
förrän du förgäves hatat den
och vad vet du om mina tårar å känslor
förrän du levat ett liv som jag gör.