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Vardagskrigare
Im running from mourning
The light is close
Cant flee the morning
Your eyes where my overdose
Breathing is heavy and cold
The snow has imprinted my feet
Her soul is dead and sold
Let me hold the one i will never meet
My wealth is not of silver and gold
Its made by your laughter
Let me share you, so cold
I will be with you ever after
Waiting in the dying grass
Waiting for our Valkyrie
Days will never pass
And still for ever i belong to thee
David (c)
The light is close
Cant flee the morning
Your eyes where my overdose
Breathing is heavy and cold
The snow has imprinted my feet
Her soul is dead and sold
Let me hold the one i will never meet
My wealth is not of silver and gold
Its made by your laughter
Let me share you, so cold
I will be with you ever after
Waiting in the dying grass
Waiting for our Valkyrie
Days will never pass
And still for ever i belong to thee
Annons