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Nikotinbegär.
Maybe we, why don't we, sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am and how we missed your beat again.
I swear we need to find som comfort in this run down place.
To bridge the gap of this concious state that we live in.
I'm short on time.
How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you.
But mostly what they show you.
I'm taking back allt he things I said.
Keep me filled in, i swear I'll come.
We walk alone, back home.
You're almost gone and I'm okey to give you time too befraid
I still see your shadow, but never your face again.
I remember your precens
I hope to God you come down.
I hope to God you feel this right now.
I know there must be some why out here and all of them will be waiting here
När kommer du tillbaka? </3
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När kommer du tillbaka? </3
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