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Lalala, mitt tänkande sumerat flummigt

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För er som orkar läsa.. här har jag på nått flummigt sätt bakat ihop alla min tankar på ett flummigt sätt. Men responsa bara om va ni tkr, kritik tkr jag bara om[smile]

här e den:

I can’t read your dreams, when your prince said the sky is blue. And you, you don’t know and I don’t know. And your mother and your father and you brother and your sister and your pet, they don’t know. Where is the hole there the memories are hiding, hiding from something I don’t want to know.

Flying, yes I’m flying. But I don’t know were to land.
Flying, yes I’m flying. But I don’t know were to land.

Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the words.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the meanings.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the lyrics.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have a life.
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
But at least I got faith.

The boy walked into the wall and his mother said:” Turn around, turn around, around, around!” And his father said: “ No, no, no, my son turn around!” But the boy couldn’t hear anything in the dust. “When Jesus can’t hear you, you must run into the wall”, said the little devil who sat on his shoulder. But the clouds where opening and the blue sky said, there is no devil or Jesus, there’s only you.

Dying, I’m not dying. I’m just sleeping and thinking for a long time
Dying, I’m not dying. I’m just sleeping and thinking for a long time

Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the words.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the meanings.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the lyrics.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have a life.
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
But at least I got faith.

In the teardrops from your eyes I can se my self. I run away thinking: Did I make this tears, realize it. Then he’s running towards me and says: “I don’t know why I cry and you don’t know. But I know that I love you and promise that you love yourself. I’m living now, hope you got something from your dream. Good bye, my dear, good bye my dear.

Dreaming, dreaming makes me think, maybe too much.
Dreaming, dreaming makes me think, maybe too much.

Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the words.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the meanings.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have the lyrics.
Lalalalalalala, I don’t have a life.
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
But at least I got faith.

Bring back, Bring back ,Bring back, Bring back my dreams.

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