| Kent – Du var min arme Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Empty your room of teenage thoughts now You said: Make your choice Make an independent decision I held a hand by then against your warm skin You said: Close your door We have something to solve out. You stood there with your knife next your German car You cut my calm life Patterned to a war You stole my glance. You went your own way You said: There are small tricks that makes people wish you well And the songs I've heard and the movies I've seen were the wildest I've done but nothing was as huge like when You stood there with your knif next to your German car You cut my calm life Patterned to a war... |
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| Kent – Att Presentera Ett Svin Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Translation (Swedish to English might be alittle wrong sometimes) To present a swine It is called mental shock when the word burns next to the skin and times after times against the aspfalt why scrape the cheek against the wall clam the fingers in the doors when the feet always carry back to here to present a swine It is called mental shock when thoughts feels and cuts like pieces of glass small, small wounds under the waist why are you like me against the walls standing doubtingly by the doors when the legs always shakes you back here to present a swine And I wish there was enough room for everything And I wish there was enough room for everything And I wish there was enough room for everything to present a swine And I wish there was enough room for everything x3 |
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| Kent – 10 Minuter (för Mig Själv) Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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My English isn't that good but here goes the translation: Think if we would wake up without lips with the whole mouth filled with soil behind the tongue, no words. Think if I woul wake up, be dangerous with the whole mouth filled with blood I bit my tongue when you smiled. All I wanted to say, I forgot tonight All I wanted to be I always kept for myself... Think if we would wake up, not breathing Our lungs emptied of air just like if we have got a push It feels like if someone hijacked our feet and the whole bed being filled by blood and the whole floor is filled with shoes All I wanted to say I forgot tonight All I wanted to be I always kept to myself |
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| Meese – The Quiet Side Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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"he packed my yearbook and directories" It sounds like "he packed his yearbook and directories". |
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