| yes. |
20 apr 09 |
Teneriffa var en dröm
underbart och jag vill
bara tillbaks
för fan vad lycklig
man blir när solen gör en
sådär otroligt varm
och brun
och det salta vattnet
får en att sväva
ett litet tag,
det är klart
som fan att jag
inte vill vara här.
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Take what you will, what you will
And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me
If the world was on fire
and nothing was left but hope or desire
And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell
Or am I on the floor over-desperate?
Hold hands streaming of blood again?
And then take full weight of me
Guard my dreams, figure this out,
It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell
Will you stay strong as you promised?
Cause I'm stranded and bare.
Meanness is washed up in all that I am
is God. Take this and all,
Then grace takes me to a place
Of the father you never had
Ripping and breaking and tearing apart
This is not heaven
This is my hell. |
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