| Befri dit liv
| Liberate your life
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| Fyr den af, som om din ligvogn bli’r cabriolet
| Fire it off as if your hearse is a convertible
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| Den her er til dit helbred, til ikk' at stå i kø, yeah
| This one is for your health, not to stand in line, yeah
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| Det lykkedes at bli' til absolut intet helt uden at forsøge
| Succeeded in becoming absolutely nothing completely without trying
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| Vi har kun én ting
| We only have one thing
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| Og det' aldrig gi’r to fucks
| And it never gives two fucks
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| Natten er beskidt og intelligent
| The night is dirty and intelligent
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| Men du insisterer på at være dum og smuk
| But you insist on being stupid and beautiful
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| Vi ku' ordinere himmelflugten
| We could prescribe the ascension
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| Med natklub, nadver og selvskade
| With nightclub, supper and self-harm
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| Så vi ka' dans' natten væk ligesom idioter
| So we can 'dance' the night away like idiots
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| Til sange med platte franske omkvæd
| For songs with flat French choruses
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| Det' så hårdt at vær' ung
| It's hard to be young
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| For man risikerer ligefrem at gå hen og bli' gammel
| Because you even risk going and getting old
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| Og du 'så moderigtig, aldrig blevet voksen
| And you're so fashionable, never grown up
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| Dit lille grimme fuck, tag dig sammen
| Your little ugly fuck, pull yourself together
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| Smukke weekendjunkie
| Beautiful weekend junkie
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| Bar' en skam, at du ikk' tør OD
| It was a shame you did not dare OD
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| Når du elsker at danse på knivsægget
| When you love to dance on the knife edge
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| Uden mod nok til at skub' lortet ind
| Without enough courage to push the shit in
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| Jeg troed', at du ment' det
| I thought you meant it
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| Troed', du ku' flyve ligesom Strunge
| Thought you could fly like Strunge
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| Troed', du var ligeglad, forstod at vi lige her
| Thought ', you did not care, understood that we are right here
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| Er tætter' end vi nogensind' er kommet
| Is closer 'than we ever' have come
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| Var vi ikk' frygtløse?
| Weren't we fearless?
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| Siden hvornår blev vi bang' for en skid?
| Since when did we get scared of shit?
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| Juliet, åh, min Juliet
| Juliet, oh, my Juliet
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| La' os bland' lemonaden op med cyanid
| Let's mix 'the lemonade up with cyanide
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| Du marcherer op og ned ad boulevarden
| You march up and down the boulevard
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| Med alt der ku' være ligemeget
| With everything that could be the same
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| Og jeg forvented' noget mer' af den sam' fucking tur
| And I was expecting 'something more' from that sam 'fucking trip
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| Ja, det' min fejl
| Yes, that's my fault
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| Fuck det der fornemme pis
| Fuck that upscale piss
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| Hvorfor ikk' bare gå hel' vejen?
| Why not just go all the way?
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| Bind dit ego om øjnene, og flyv ind i T-krydset
| Tie your ego around your eyes and fly into the T-junction
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| Helt uden at dreje
| Completely without turning
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| Og hun si’r: «Bliv lidt endnu
| And she says, "Stay a little longer
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| For jeg ta’r nok snart herfra»
| Because I'll probably leave here soon »
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| Og jeg si’r: «Det tvivler jeg på
| And I say, 'I doubt it
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| For du' så bang' for at vær' alen', at du ikk' tør gør' det lort selv», ja-ja
| Because you 'so scared' to be 'alone' that you do not 'dare' do that shit yourself », yes-yes
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| Du si’r hele tiden: «Befri dit liv», yeah
| You keep saying, "Liberate your life," yeah
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| Fyr den af, som om din ligvogn bli’r cabriolet
| Fire it off as if your hearse is a convertible
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| Den her er til dit helbred, til ikk' at stå i kø, yeah
| This one is for your health, not to stand in line, yeah
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| Det lykkedes at bli' til absolut intet helt uden at forsøge
| Succeeded in becoming absolutely nothing completely without trying
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| Hvorfor er du her endnu?
| Why are you here yet?
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| Gør dog noget
| Do something though
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| Var der ikk noget, du sku'?
| Wasn't there something you should do?
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| Hva' end du gør, må du ikk' kom' for sent til din samtal' med Gud | Whatever you do, do not be late for your conversation with God |