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- i rather dance then talk with you.
Som på ett skissblock, det är först tomt.
Sen kommer ideér, tankar.
Och något vackert utspelar sig framför ens ögon på
det vita pappret.
"In my mind Im crawling on your floor
vomiting and defeated
Total absence of grace
your reluctant voice saying; you decide your own fate
But I wear rubber bands round my soul
they keep me from crawling
And these rubber bands round my sould
They keep me from falling
In my repeated dreams
you stare at me with and empty gaze
you turn your back on me
and you search for more intriguing days
loathing this
controlling this
let me get a hold of this"
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