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Sjukt händelselös dag Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window side He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city sleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Annons