| The green carriages tilted over the bridge
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| at the front doors we stood We ran through the barriers, down to the square
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| with shops and fountain in the middle of HSB boxes, two goals on a gravel floor
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| small meadows here and there
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| In the woods behind the gas station
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| low needles and blisters
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| with pictures that kept us going
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| in hours
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| My father was saved and your communist
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| it was enough to become the enemy
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| In a 90's, where no one believed in anything
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| we met again
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| Equally abandoned, equally promising
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| equally far from home both
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| You lived in my studio
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| a mattress in front of the TV Has never felt so at home as then
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| The green carriages
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| heeled over the bridge
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| and the water over us
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| streamed
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| Here comes another summer
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| and the city shall be emptied
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| and you are expecting your first child
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| I wish I could have shown more joy
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| when you told me last winter, that day
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| Because it is as it should be, it grows it dies
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| and there is no going back
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| And if it sucks completely
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| you can get off the train
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| and crash their world
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| The green carriages
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| heeled over the bridge
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| and the water below us
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| streamed
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| I just woke up
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| a hotel room in Luleå
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| that the heart smelled burnt
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| A night train out there
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| turns on and off
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| something has happened
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| When we last spoke, nothing was said
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| but I hope to see you later
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| Just say it, just say one word
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| if you would need my hand
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| What we do we should never do
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| pry down our lives
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| in a form of security and sense
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| with shops and fountain in the middle of No you and me
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| we heel over the bridge
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| and the water below us
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| it's still flowing, it's still flowing. |