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torsdag 13 maj 2010
We're not supposed to be lovers
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where is London?
Please don't talk to me I fall in love so easily
The past will catch you up as you run faster
My thoughts are many miles away
Let's go back in time
I'll walk you until your fears are none
Flowers in the river
Hello darkness, my old friend
You could be from Venus
I've been chasing a starlight
How does it feel to have a wacko for a son?
I watched you change into a fly
Ett litet privat jävla moln
The face that fills the hole
I'd break the back of love for you
Makes no sense at all
Den där du vet som jag egentligen inte vet vem
What a day for a daydream
We're not supposed to be lovers
Nursed and breastfed by sleepwalking angels
I got to breath to stay alive
Min livsfilosofi typ
"Jag heter Silver nu."
How just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death
I want to be free
Towards the sea of Dipnorhynchus.
Oh you you you, I think of you
Is it strange to dance so soon
Take me to London
He said I'm so lost
I can't stand me now
Det hade varit så bra då
A place for us to dream
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
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