| Verse 1:
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| They are like rolling on the tube
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| Summer night, we bomb everything, none of us were invited
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| They e like, test press the first vinyl
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| We put up what we had, woke up all night and we filled the car
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| Then, stop at every gas station
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| The journey from V-ås to Malmö took at least ten hours ?? |
| until we barely fit
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| Five people crowded together, starting to grow together
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| Did not understand it then but we saw our dreams come true
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| But those we did not see were rippled
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| The adrenaline rushed to a new level!
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| From autumn to winter to spring
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| We survived until summer came and lifted ourselves on our wave!
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| Chorus:
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| Between passion and mania
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| Between passion and mania
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| Between passion and mania (they are a thin line)
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| Between passion and mania
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| Verse 2:
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| They are like ??
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| Late 90s, graffiti festival, happened that we did not get paid
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| The music echoes between the houses
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| Felt like the thousands who feel just like me, extra enhanced by the intoxication
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| They were when I used to cross the border
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| The need for confirmation drove me into the center
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| At the same time, it was those who privileged as middle children, as rappers,
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| as man o now I see it
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| But what I did not see
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| Rippled, testosterone rushed to a new level!
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| From autumn to winter to spring
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| We survived until summer came and lifted ourselves on our wave!
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| Chorus:
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| Between passion and mania
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| Between passion and mania
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| Mellan passion o mani (yeah)
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| Between passion and mania
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| Verse 3:
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| The feeling in Tobbe's studio
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| Then when I lived in the studio
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| Every song was goosebumps, it only existed then
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| It only existed then! |
| What should we do now?
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| Equally obsessed tonight, keep going until it gets light
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| Keep going until we fall
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| Hey! |
| You know we live there!
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| Chorus:
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| Between passion and mania
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| Between passion and mania
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| Between passion and mania
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| Between passion and mania |