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Inge mera matte B, aldrig mera matte.
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'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table No one can find the rewind button, now. So cradle your head in your hands And breathe, just
4am again.Some of us carry a tradgure inside, while others just are empty shells.
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