| I hang up and run out without locking
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| I stand on Götgatan it always seems to blow here
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| At Skatteskrapan it feels like
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| If the whole sky is falling
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| I hurry on going north through the night
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| I remember it was here at Medborgarplatsen
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| As Anna Lindh gave her last speech
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| It was September 2003
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| The same year we were ever seen on the Gondola
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| Then we saw each other again and I longed for that
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| There was something in the air that fall
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| It was the fog and the light and the voice
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| Refr
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| I see the dirt and darkness in the Old Town
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| Feels the smell of fear from Stureplan
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| And I just want to cry
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| Stockholm is so beautiful tonight
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| And I walk the Ship Bridge forward, bending in the wind
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| It seems to be raining now, I wipe my cheek
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| And in the water are the boats
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| I guess they long for this
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| I stand on Norrmalmstorg and think of Clark Olofsson
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| So many chances, why did he never grab anyone
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| And the same with me, it's so easy to stay
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| So hard to walk
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| And I remember seeing you on Bern's Terrace
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| And I thought of everything I could have had
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| And I thought about the life I lived
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| And I regret most things, how did it happen
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| Refr
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| I see Strandvägen stretching measured and satisfied
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| I see the blue lights flickering at Söder's heights
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| I just want to cry
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| Stockholm is so beautiful tonight
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| I see the dirt and darkness in the Old Town
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| Feels the smell of fear from Stureplan
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| And I just want to cry
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| Stockholm is so beautiful tonight
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| And you finally called and I'm rushing out
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| All words all dreams of happy endings
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| Is it finally now it should happen
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| In Stockholm tonight
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| Enter the Riche little bar it is full and hot
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| And I feel a hand catch my arm
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| And I just want to cry
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| How beautiful is life tonight
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| Refr
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| I see the dirt and darkness in the Old Town
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| Feels the smell of fear from Stureplan
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| And I just want to cry
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| Stockholm is so beautiful tonight
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| I see Strandvägen stretching measured and satisfied
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| I see the blue lights flickering at Söder's heights
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| I just want to cry
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| Stockholm is so beautiful tonight
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| Tonight
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| Tonight |