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trött och ont i benen.
imorgon är det föreläsningsförmiddag - urk. därefter inhandling av viktiga saker jag kommer glömma bort. minnet är bra men kort.
måste sova. trött. ont i ben.
/carolin

Behind blue eyes

Hello I'm looking for a friend
I lost some time ago
Your mother says she wants her
girl back home
Sometimes you think you find yourself
You really only lost yourself
Or maybe you're afraid to be alone

But if I could see behind blue eyes
And all the things that dusty
windows tried to hide
Then I could see behind
the walls of Caroline
Behind blue eyes

I heard that you're in town again
You surely can depend on me
To keep you out of the sun
Down and out and out and then
I'm climbing up the walls again
We're standing in line to be the one

But if I could see behind blue eyes
And all the things that dusty
windows tried to hide
Then I could see behind
the walls of Caroline
Behind blue eyes

I faced itI'm wasted
Don't fly away
before your time
It's funny
You owe me
Come on don't fly
away before your time.
Yeah

But if I could see behind blue eyes
And all the things
that dusty windows try to hide
Then I could see behind
the walls of Caroline
Behind blue eyes.

The Mess Age

I've been too crazy I don't feel that good
Just breaking things around the neighbourhood
Some people say you're walking on really thin ice
But I don't care cause I ain't that nice
Throw away the garbage and clean up my act
Every inch is fucked that's a matter of fact
Evereybody think that you will leave her and betray
So what's the point of splashing you can go the whole way

How could I be so wrong
How could I be so damn wrong
Every minute I'm in it
Always been a bit too strong
How could I be so wrong

Tried too pay my shrink with another drink
Ice-cubes bigger than a hockey-rink
Every now and then we get together and there's peace
The smaller currency's the more we're hurting these
Dropped out of school I don't wanna stay
Everyday I dreamt about the holiday
I'm gonna go now and leave it all
No arms no legs no cookies can someone please catch my fall

How could I be so wrong
How could I be so damn wrong
Every minute I'm in it
Always been a bit too strong

I'm tired of bein' an unemployed millionaire
I'm sick of bein' a Swedish tourist-souvenir
I'm sick of this
I'm bored with that
I'm happy with
Nah I won't tell you that
Do live the life
Do pay the price
Do not follow my advice

How could I be so wrong
How could I be so damn wrong
Every minute I'm in it
Always been a bit too strong

Red Flag

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
The red flag warning never meant the same,
the kids of tomorrow don't need today,
When they live in the sins of yesterday.

Well I've never seen us act like this,
our only hope is the minds of kids,
and they'll show us a thing or two.

Our only weapons are the guns of youth,
It's only time before they tighten the noose,
and then the hunt will be on for you.

We don't need them

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
the red flag wavin' never meant the same,
the kids of tomorrow don't need today,
when they live in the sins of yesterday.

Like a smallest bee packs a sting,
Like a pawn checkmates a king,
we'll attack at the crack of dawn.

Build a ladder if there's a wall,
don't be afraid to slip and fall,
speak for yourself or they'll speak for you.

We don't need them

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
the red flag wavin never meant the same,
the kids of tomorrow don't need today,
when they live in the sins of yesterday.

Like a fire
don't need water,
like a jury
needs a liar,
like a riot
don't need order,
like a mad man
needs a martyr.

We don't need them.

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
the red flag wavin' never meant the same,
the kids of tomorrow don't need today,
when they live in the sins of yesterday.

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2010-11-15

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