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Fucking 80's

Left on the airport
Grew up backstage but
Picks up at daycare
Nobody can flee, lives like everyone else
Somebody's messed with me
Remain on the pew
Forgotten trends, oh when
The sea beats against Gothenburg
 
Ya' cool but old
 
So ya cool but old
I'm young but got no clue
But you can keep on living
In your fucking 80's
 
Falls asleep, too busy eh
See ya after the weekend
More cash and parts
Gladly inside the customs
A game to come with
Too late in life, it's
Forgotten friends and when
The wind overthrows Gothenburg
 
Ya' cool but old
 
So ya' cool but old
I'm young but got no clue
But you can keep on living
In your fucking 80's
 
Please do take the cash with ya
Before you slam my door
Who cares 'bout what remains
I may be young n' quiet
But when I speak I mean what I say
 
Well how sensational
Without ever putting down ya foot
You see heads leaned against the pews
N' every Sunday in clothes someone else wants
You can fuck around in Vasa
Much as you want
 

h e l l

On the bench in the park
You sit, I sit
And stare as if today
Has already lost
Nothing gets said, nothing done and
 
Is it better if I leave for hell
For hell with you
But is it better if I leave for hell
For hell with you
 
Same side of the bed
You lie, I lie
As if no matter what
Nothing can change
Whatever you said, whatever I did
 
Is it better if I leave for hell
For hell with you
But is it better if I leave for hell
For hell with you
 
On the bench in the park
You sit, I sit
And stare as if today
Has already lost
Nothing gets said, nothing done
 
Is it better if I leave for hell
For hell with you
But is it better if I leave for hell
For hell with you
 

The Same Old Sky

The same old sky
The same old sky
 
The sound of a battered and broken door, had forgotten that it existed
That you carefully bent your head
Your name laid in every drawer
Water doesn't spare anyone at all, looks light-blue from afar
But underneath the same old duvet
You're struck once again
 
I stand above
And you have drowned in panic
Maybe it burned
But the flowers, you uprooted them on your own
 
The same old sky, burned
The same old sky, but the flowers, you uprooted them on your own
The same old sky, burned
The same old sky, but the flowers
 
Waiting in a silent, abandoned room behind stone, gravel and dirt
You never wanted to listen
It's a good thing that I understand
Beauty doesn't spare anyone at all, looks light-blue from afar
But underneath the same old sky
Hope you change your mind
 
I stand above
And you have drowned in panic
Maybe it burned
But the flowers, you uprooted them on your own
 
The same old sky, burned
The same old sky, but the flowers, you uprooted them on your own
The same old sky, burned
The same old sky, but the flowers
The same old sky
The same old sky
 
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