Back to the time
when I chose my words with a coin or a dice
when I would burst into a flame
if rules didn't play by my game
When I dreamed to be
John Cusack in The Sure Thing
On a road trip that would never seize
In a blazer with rolled up sleaves
We are at the edges of our seats
Sweet vertigo, you make my heart beat
When we were kings
in a relm where noone got a thing
when we didn't give a damn
Just a guitar, the drums and good ol' Sam
When my soul cried out
for Stockholm or just somewhere south
for a filled up car to take us there
Leave all behind, let them stare

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