| Lonely meals, feels like Sunday morning
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| So surreal how you move around me
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| My head swirls, great job in a corner
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| Don’t go
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| Wake up, shine a little light on me
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| Don’t stop, just remember how to breath trough life
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| This is all that I can be, now
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| Lonely meals, feels like Sunday evening
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| I regret, how I moved around you
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| My head flows, around and round in cirkels
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| Waiting for a climbs of all
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| Wake up, shine a little light on me
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| Don’t stop, just remember how to breath trough life
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| This is all that I can be, now
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| Your ghost sleeps, but I’m awake
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| I feel you, in every step I take
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| It quits, in my arms, I will wait
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| Lonely meals, feels like Sunday morning
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| So surreal
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| Wake up, shine a little light on me
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| Don’t stop, just remember how to breath trough life
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| This is all that I can be, now
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| This is all that I can be, now
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| This is all that I can be
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| This is all that I can be
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| This is all that I can be |