| A cold wind’s blowing since you said good-bye
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| It’s dark and grey, no more blue skies
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| Swedish winterdays waiting for the next sunrise
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| I walk the streets and there’s rubbish on the ground
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| Among the junk beneath my feet
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| There are yesterday’s love-songs
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| Waiting for a new beat
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| Love’s a drink that’s bitter-sweet
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| It gives you all the thrills that you need in the night
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| But when the morning comes
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| Party is over and nothing is right
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| So close — so far
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| That’s what you were and what you are
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| Familiar, strange, nothing left to rearrange
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| So close — so far
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| That’s what you were and what you are
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| Familiar, strange, nothing left to rearrange
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| I wake up and i don’t know who i am
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| There’s a stranger in my shoes
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| I’m a letterbox waiting for some good news
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| I ask every person i see «why?»
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| But the mirror won’t answer
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| I’m complete like a ballet without a dancer
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| Blinded by the morning light
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| That’s what i was with you by my side
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| Now my eyes can see again
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| The desert is empty except for one man
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| So close — so far
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| That’s what you were and what you are
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| Familiar, strange, nothing left to rearrange
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| So close — so far
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| That’s what you were and what you are
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| Familiar, strange — and nothing left to rearrange |