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these are the days when i can't forgive myself
Seeing those picture of you with someone else
I wish you were here to turn darkness into light
If you were here, tonight
I'd find a million ways to say I love you
Sing a million songs to make you smile
But I can't turn back time
And I can't make you mine
It's impossible
Don't ever think that I'm proud of what I've done
What we had in common, now it's gone
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Utkast: May. 19, 2013
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Perception - Misperception
Berättelsen om Anna
The magic paintbox
Andrew rushed towards the bus with haste. He accidentally tripped and fell over a tough little poodle. It turned its head towards Andrews’s broken, fallen body with crazy-mad blood-lust. The poodle cried out a shriek worthy a dragon and came leaping towards him for the kill. Andrew feared failure – he was NOT going to lose a battle to a little poodle. He grabbed a handful old rucola and almond pesto from the gutter. The mouldy gew hit the dog in the face. Andrew would not be made a fool of.
Dessa sjuka drömmar
Blonde hair falls, forgotten story through pain
A chainsaw through young flesh, one two three four
His bright dead coat painted red, he’s insane
They fall to pieces, a divided core
Is it my turn? I stole his darkened sight
Follow my thread out to a wind so fresh
A hurl, slump, drop, break, make the final flight
From the sound of a chainsaw through young flesh
“Take my hand!” Let your sword devour Death
Doubtlessly you save me and take the fall
My single fear turns dual of red dead breath
From a gruesome story hard to recall
With you gone, trapped as his permanent thresh
I run from the chainsaw that craves my flesh
Nya tankar. Gamla tankar
den stora illusionen
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