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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 is impossible
when the people is crying for me
note from
webdesigner:
you can stay here for
10 seconds...
you flicker behind my pupils
you flicker behind my pupils
it's us that flicker behind my
pupils
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?
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
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
jeg skal sgu hjem og sove snart tror jeg
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
… drenge! i skal være med i et projekt!
nej ikke lige nu, ikke lige nu..
Tonight the moon is yellow
and my eyes are rotten
by the caugh
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?
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
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
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
you flicker behind my pupils
it's us that flicker behind my pupils
Mommy what's that?
that's the moon honey
what is the moon?
the moon is a stone that hangs above us
but mommy, why is it orange?
it's not really orange, it's white, sometimes it's yellow
but why is it blue?
it's not blue Eik you're being silly
why is it purple mummy?
it's bed time now
night, night
