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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 |