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När kyssar smakar likt järn
Holding your last breath
Keeping still for night
You face your death
You shook with fright
Memories of morning and day
Words of hope in your final hour
Words you thought you would never say
Like a rootless flower
Leaning towards a dying sun
Hoping for rapture in life
Finding hope only in hand and gun
And in the cuting of a knife
David Alesö (c)
Keeping still for night
You face your death
You shook with fright
Memories of morning and day
Words of hope in your final hour
Words you thought you would never say
Like a rootless flower
Leaning towards a dying sun
Hoping for rapture in life
Finding hope only in hand and gun
And in the cuting of a knife
Annons
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