| Sunset over Cairo, a postcard from someone
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| Sent to my old address, some text «kiss, see you»
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| Packing my life, black bags in a car. |
| Moving again, tomorrow
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| There is no housing in Stockholm
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| Where I'm going, it's high to the ceiling. |
| But all low thoughts remain
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| Saws and cuts myself again, again, again and again
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| Hey baby everything looked bleak
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| The same tenacious mourning without end
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| Baby everything looked hopeless
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| But now in you I see the way away and out
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| Puts on his shoes, goes out into the kitchen. |
| Shattered glass on the floor, hell
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| What really happened here? |
| God, god if you can help!
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| I want, I want, I want, I want much more than this
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| Much more than all this. |
| Had almost stopped believing, in my own wise words about
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| that everything works out, but that was before I knew you
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| Baby everything looked bleak
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| The same tenacious mourning without end
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| Baby everything looked hopeless
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| But now, in you I see the way
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| Baby everything looked bleak
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| The same tenacious mourning without end
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| Baby everything looked hopeless
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| But now, in you I see the way away and out
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| Baby you are the way out |