| Wakin' up in a cold sweat
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| I can tell my socks are wet
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| It is real it’s in my head
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| I’m not leaving bed just yet
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| It is Sunday afternoon
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| It is reckless spring & swoon
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| I could drink away the moon
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| Instead I’ll open up the wound
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| And I have any idea what it shouldn’t be
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| People around me they get sawteeth
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| And I can find the time to drink coffee
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| I don’t remember when but it dawned on me
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| In the Summer in the slight
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| In the milky morning light
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| Hold your hands up to my chest
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| As the night is fading west
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| I have lost vem min kärlek
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| I have years to feel regret
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| Overdose on retrospect
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| She is my freezing, cold night sweat
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| And I have any idea what it shouldn’t be
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| People around me they get sawteeth
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| And I can find the time to drink coffee
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| I don’t remember when but it dawned on me
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| And it could be the shade of leaves on trees
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| Or it can be the sun that scars your knees
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| And it could be the rice that’s too sticky
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| For me it’s just a song to say how much you meant to me
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| And I have any idea what it shouldn’t be
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| People around me they get sawteeth
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| And I can find the time to drink coffee
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| I don’t remember when but it dawned on me
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| And it could be the shade of leaves on trees
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| Or it can be the sun that scars your knees
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| And it could be the rice that’s too sticky
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| For me it’s just a song to say how much you meant to me |