Traste Lindéns Quintet
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Sick of Missing
Who can sit still
Who can take it easy
when one's legs run away
Take them back smartly wrap them with tape
Sighs one more time
Fist down in pocket and shoulders up
Unshaven and ugly plays solitaire
Sad and grumpy yesterday
Restless and smelly today
Kicking a can
Just longing for you
Now I know what love is
Sick with missing I go here
I get quite happy
Or rather satisfied when I kiss a stone
It's a little warm reminds me of your cheek
Cutting down a tree works like crazy
I need to be tired
Arms take a beating, the code tastes like crap
Writes a letter every day
Burning them one by one
Kicking a can
Just longing for you
Now I know what love is
Sick of missing I go here

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