we could make a lot of noise
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go all ibsen on each other
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we could talk for hours
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about the things
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we think we lack
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and how the pressure
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from the city
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and everyday life
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finally robbed us
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on our youth and on our love
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but i don't even know
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what it means it's
|
just words in between
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all the things and all the
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love we could feel
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i don't even know
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what it means
|
it's just stuff in between
|
all the blow and all the
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passion we could feel
|
|
you looked like an angel
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on that roof
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and you still do but
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i don't remember
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cause i'm so caught up
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in my bullshit
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and we were never
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meant to fight
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we were meant love
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and i hate myself when
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i pick on you
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for things you always do
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and things you never do
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but i don't even know
|
what it means
|
it's just words in between
|
all the things and
|
all the love we could feel
|
i don't even know
|
what it means
|
it's just stuff in between
|
all the blow and
|
all the passion we could feel
|
|
i don't even know
|
what it means
|
it's just words in between
|
all the things and
|
all the love we could feel
|
i don't even know
|
what it means
|
it's just stuff in between
|
all the blow and
|
all the passion we could feel
|
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Words In-Between
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| Lasse Lindh |
