I try to fly away but it's impossible
And every breath I take gives birth to deeper sighs
And for a moment I am weak
So it's hard for me to speak
Even though we're underneath the same blue sky

If I could paint a picture of this melody
It would be a violin without its strings
And the canvas in my mind
Sings the songs I left behind
Like pretty flowers and a sunset







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Tänk om jag borrar ett hål,
så ditt inre rinner ut.
Ditt helvete,
då blir du jävligt tom.




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