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I comb the crowd and pick you out.
My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out.
It starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed,
"To I swear, I say"
To hands between us, to whatever instincts do,
To drinks at the club, to the bar,
To the keys to your car,
To hotel stairs,
To the emergency exit door
To the love, I left,
My conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the draw,
"What did it ever do for me" I say.
It never called me when I was down, love never wanted me,
But I took it anyway,
Put your ear to the speaker
And choose love or sympathy,
But never both.
Last time "I hoped you choked and crashed your car."
"Hey tear catcher, that's all that you are"
And ever were from the start
I swear, I say.
My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out.
It starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed,
"To I swear, I say"
To hands between us, to whatever instincts do,
To drinks at the club, to the bar,
To the keys to your car,
To hotel stairs,
To the emergency exit door
To the love, I left,
My conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the draw,
"What did it ever do for me" I say.
It never called me when I was down, love never wanted me,
But I took it anyway,
Put your ear to the speaker
And choose love or sympathy,
But never both.
Last time "I hoped you choked and crashed your car."
"Hey tear catcher, that's all that you are"
And ever were from the start
I swear, I say.
"Tjena, vi har en hel atlant, ska vi mötas och "träffas"? " :P
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