February 2010
På mina fingrar så räknar jag månader Och i själen så räknar jag sår Och pappret framför mig som är så fullt av små streck Visar ett streck för varje år
You think you've got me but you'll see When you're starting to lose me I'm already gone 'Cause I'm so tired of what you want me to be Go on and miss me, honey It doesn't matter to me
Tonight, is the night To join me in the middle of ectacy Feel the melody and the rhythm of the music around you
Living underneath a gray cloud When nothing ever changes I couldn't be any less proud The heart of this town has grown cold I'm gonna get out before I get too old There in a better time than now
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