The way the sky looks
A Tuesday over the school's
Municipal corridors
Four o'clock in October
Just before dark
And it smells from the dining room
Half-hearted home cooking
And the lion is glued
To the ground
Grè-white clouds, dental l ¤karväder
A mowing machine that tears up
A bicycle path by a soccer field
And rosehip bushes rosehip bushes
All the way Rosehip bushes
Do I see when I close my eyes
And somewhere like that I became
Who I am< br/>I see the guitar in the store
The symbol of truancy
The tale of a rebellion
The dream of a higher height< br/>A sea warning ship
Which blows right into Los Angeles
And the stars that sparkle
And no one what the hell is going on with me
Never again
One ambition
To get the brides from Berga
To laugh or grè¥ta
And escape over the roofs
Away from the rulebook boot stomp
TegelvÃĂäggen la isla bonita
And those fire yellow
The chairs you stack
On top of each other
A parking garage was built
A small step for mankind
A big step for The concrete
And the rootless feeling
As yet another obstacle
On the way to that smoke The romance
And the guitar in the shop
And the escape, over the roofs
They put bricks over the meadow
With a smile ¥ windows and doors
There were slogans everywhere
Except all medium-sized companies
And a record store in the center
Like a hole through the scenery
Out into the reality of the dream
Out to the colors you only
Watch the cinema
We formed bands and blew rings
Draged with the hand through the earth
Filled the nails with clay
Of all the surface that we scraped
Get now nstance under the layers
By tätortstimotej
The big world spread out
Without speed bumps and Konsumkort
And rose hips
We set a fine the tarns in the stream
See them float into the tunnel
Perhaps further towards the Vättern
And the channel out to the North Sea
Across the seas towards Ireland
Out to sea and then pale
Go and never come back
More to ¤cken
Is it the beginning
I see the greyish-yellow color
The modern but discreet
A whole f It's easy
Just fold it up and screw it
But still always something
Who wanted to hunt and catch rvirra
Something that wasn't Ikea
Something that didn't have the solution
On the edge
I hear it inside Listen to the sound
From a rehearsal space at a train station
Among forwarding offices
And forgotten depots
The mute dull skin
And the base that trembles in the grate
And the glass and it smells
Just like asphalt goes
About the hèȶsten
We goö mde Fibban under the stone
Wille's wine in the bush
The whole grove was a micro-Vegas
The barn changed hänglås
And above all a sky
Like sifted from the shore
With what little was left
After the waves and the storms
And the foam
I can't change
A crime scene must rest
The getaway car is dumped
The wheels are clean
Now are we building a new home
Starting up and starting over
The land is chasing me
But I'm not there

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