| Drunk and unhappy I’m weaving myself my way through the crowd
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| Dragging around everything that’s been keeping me down
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| St. Erik, he lives in the walls and he’s following me around
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| Tonight I scratch my itch with something to wash down
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| It’s time man, here it as it whispers
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| The crown land flakes and bleeds and blisters
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| The soul of this city it takes you in dead or alive, oh-oh
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| Stockholm hearts bleeding the Stockholm way
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| Breath in this pretty little city, this city is always grinning at you
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Stockholm hearts bleeding the Stockholm way
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| It’s just a shitty silly city, but to me it’s pretty fitting right now
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| Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)
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| Floating around through this town I’m as grey as the darkest cloud
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| Nobody’s home but the lights are on, this place is all run down
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| The soul of the city it takes you in dead or alive, oh-oh
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| Stockholm hearts bleeding the Stockholm way
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| Breath in this pretty little city, this city is always grinning at you
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Stockholm hearts bleeding the Stockholm way
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| It’s just a shitty silly city, but to me it’s pretty fitting right now
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| Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)
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| Stockholm Hearts
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Stockholm hearts bleeding the Stockholm way
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| Breath in this pretty little city, this city is always grinning at you
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Stockholm hearts bleeding the Stockholm way
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| It’s just a shitty silly city, but to me it’s pretty fitting right now
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| Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen) |