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This place is cold as hell
Even cold in May
How dare you search for me when I'm stuck in a burning well?
Slip, fall and/or break a leg
You ought to live the way you learn
My golden days were nothing but iron-ish
But still I breathe through your concern
How I was thanking God for wasted time
When I wasted it on you
A standing ovation and a broom in my left pocket
In this small glass house of mine
It's been there all along, to clean up the mess I seem to make (all the time)
But now when my shit storm's working overtime
Papa J will come to help
Whatever happened to the trust?
It's awfully connected to what I have to do or must
When it's a relief
I feel the nightly warmth of spring hitting everything in my way
All that froze to death, including you and me
Whatever this year will bring, I hope good times are heading my way
It's reason enough for me to stay.
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Whatever, whatever happened to the others? Whatever happened to the others? I see you
Whatever, whatever happened to the others? Whatever happened to the others? I see you
I see you
Lowering
Lifting up
Rise
Don’t set your eyes on nothing while I’m still around
Whatever, whatever happened to the others? Whatever happened to the others? I see you
I see you.
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I turn to the water, the calm sidewalk of LOLA
We stand by for fire and wait for light some other day
Fara, fara
I need speed of bullets; my trip to somewhere
and -body else
”TT” is Tantrum Travelling
No time for mouring anywhere
Fara, fara
Fara - att längta bort
Fara - a trip way too short
HEJ
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Huvudet i Sanden
05:43
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Vad tror du jag hör, vad ville du?
Som om du tog mig hem, hem
Jag fegar ur, du spelar kall
Vad är vi rädda för? För rädda
Varför går jag ut, jag vill bara komma in
Vill inte krypa hem igen
Lurar jag mig själv med huvudet i sanden?
Tänker jag äntligen, en vän
Jag tog mig hit, du tog dig dit
Vi bor i samma stad, lilla stad
Förväntar mig nånting från dig
utan att ge nåt själv, ge nåt själv
Varför går jag ut, jag vill bara komma in
Vill inte krypa hem igen
Lurar jag mig själv med huvudet i sanden?
Tänker jag äntligen, en vän
Varför går jag ut, jag vill bara komma in
Vill inte krypa hem igen.
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Steady like a new born cow in spring
Over this green grass now you are king
But the honest kingdom came to dry
We love to hate a classic wear and tear
Going for a flight with my fake wings
Half-way up the sky I fall again
It's hard to get somewhere with this heavy head of mine
Instead of making my motor run it causes my fuel to egnite
You got some nerv to cut nights in half
Step on glass til the morning after
Is this what it comes down to
My bed is turning into quicksand
I see no point in having problems
when only time can solve them
I hear you whisper close in my left ear
"It's time to let go, I'm forever... yours"
Greeted by my nightmares I resign
But with your palm upon my forehead we'll steal back what once was mine.
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(Instrumental)
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(Instrumental)
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