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du var så smuk som en rose

midt i den lyse vår

jeg var som i konstant narkose

elskede dig med hud og hår

i am sitting here in my room

i am home alone of doom

i know you think it's possible

when the people is crying for me

yeah, the people's crying for me

the people's crying for me

oh yeah

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you flicker behind my pupils

we flicker behind my pupils

it's us that flicker behind my 

 

                  pupils

behind my bottomless pupils

the future flickers in the sky​

behind my bottomless pupils

your eyes flicker in the night

is it good to be alone?

hold on to me

is it good to be alone?

hold on to me

is it good to be alone?

it's your call, huh?

hold on to me

pretty eyes I will not stop

pretty eyes

pretty eyes I will not stop

pretty eyes I will not stop

WD:

stay here for

 10 seconds...

i will soon jump

father I have thought about it

mother i have cried about it

i and brother i wish we

wish we..

jeg er for træt til det 

                                 jeg får sgu ikke gejsten i aften.

 

min mave er færdig,

min krop er færdig,

min hjerne er færdig

 

jeg skal sgu hjem og sove snart tror jeg,

 

jeg er ved at være træt

 

                                             … guys! i skal være med i et projekt!

nej ikke lige nu, ikke lige nu..

Tonight the moon is yellow

feel that with me!

and my eyes are rotten

by the cough

by the dreams

my spine groans my flesh

while i disappear in future                 memories

hold on

hold me

hold me

longing

hold my love

hold my love

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

it's your call, huh?

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

you got me waiting

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

it's your call, huh?

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I'm standing on the spire

I'm stripped of my black clothes

My pale skin of my back and chest

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall

but I have fallen so much lately

ride a little bit to the left

9th grade warm eyes

i cry, i cry

under the concrete sky

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I'm standing on the spire

The pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall

but I have fallen so much lately

ride a little bit to the left

9th grade warm eyes

i cry, i cry

under the concrete sky

under the concrete sky

i cry, i cry

9th grade warm eyes

ride a little bit to the left

but I have fallen so much lately

I lean over and I fall

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

The pale skin of my back

I'm stripped of my black clothes

The church and I'm standing on the spire

Riding my bike through the street

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

I'm stripped of my black clothes

you flicker behind my pupils

you flicker behind my pupils

we flicker behind my pupils

it's us that flicker behind my pupils

images flicker behind my pupils