här finns bara sotiga drömmar kvar


And when you think of me
Picture me above the sea
Behind those blood-colored mountains-that's where I'll be
And when you think of me
Picture me flying


vill du fly till varma länder?





Kvällen var hemskt fin.

och innan vi fattat hade vi dödat vår enda fantasi

Will have to find a soft heart in somebody new


i thought you were asleep at home

Du ljög.

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