Buses roll in, people stand and freeze,
It blows in from the sea, the Konsum sign lights up.
Everyone is on their way but don't know where.
Suburban boys looking for suburban girls,
Trouble on the forehead and knives in their pockets.
Red eyes shine like glass.
Someone lives here , Someone has spat here,
Someone has pulled, Someone who was just here,
Someone died here, Someone got a kiss here r,
They tear down the houses, they build new ones here.
People go down and maybe up sometimes.
Everyone stomps the same song, on the same platform.
Razor blade looks, you feel how they look,
You turn away to avoid looks.
You don't know anyone here, four kroner in a paper cup,< br/>It is steaming with sweat from a worn body.
From a worn body.
Someone lives here, Someone has spat here,
Someone has pulled, Someone who was just here,
Someone died here, Someone got a kiss here,
They tear down the houses, they build new here.
People go down and maybe up sometime.
Everyone stomps the same song, on the same platform.
Mothers and fathers with frozen faces ,
On the way home to the TV with tetrawine.
In the middle of democracy, in the anarchy of the market.
People pulsate like a bloodstream,
That will never ever stop.
People go down and maybe up sometimes.
Everyone stomps the same song, on the same platform.

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