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We're not dead,
We're not like you said,
We're not where you said,
We're not like you.
02:45
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Moln
© Maja Söderwall.
Max
He loves me.
Remembering sunday
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor.
Are following me in my desperate endeavor.
Mitt objektiv kom idag!
Lite bilder:
Believe
With a little bit of help from up above
And a sprinkling of love
We can break these chains
We will end these days.
' Taste of ink.
' Is it worth it can you even hear me?
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free
So here I am it's in my hand
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this.
' My whispers turn to shouting.
' And I'm longing, for words to describe how I'm feeling
I'm feeling inspired
My world just flip turned upside down
It turns around, say what's that sound
It's my heart beat, it's getting much louder
My heart beat, is stronger than ever
I'm feeling so alive, I'm feeling so alive.
