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This is the piercing stare of a thousand eyes
That I can never escape
This is the haunted voice of a thousand lies
I hear it everyday
I try to scream
But the sound is unclear
I try to think
But then I realise:
That I never really liked anyone
I never really liked anyone
This is the monumental fear of
Knowing it’s all too late
This is the ever constant knowledge
That it’s all just a long, long wait
I try to scream
But the sound is unclear
I try to think
But then I realise:
That I never really liked anyone
I never really liked anyone
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It's in my head
I can't let it out it's addictive
Like a pray for the saved it's essential
It's a way to draw the line
And it's far too soon
To let it out to be faithful
To tell everyone i'm not afraid to
Leave it all behind
It's too late
Too late
To make it right
We're close to the end
I won't try it again, it just got tricky
I won't to it again, i refuse to
fail one more time
It was in my head
I couldn't let it out it was addictive
Just like a pray for the saved it was essential
It was a way to draw the line
It's too late
Too late
To make it right
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Party Like It's 1939!
02:43
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Berlin is not very beautiful in 1939
Stockholm is not beautiful in 2010
Same forces - different name
Same forces - I'm ashamed
We have been famous for solidarity
And you destroyed it over a night
We have no words left, nothing to say to you
The struggle continues
Madrid is not very beautiful in 1939
Stockholm is not beautiful in 2010
Same forces - different name
Same forces - I'm ashamed
We have been famous for solidarity
And you destroyed it over a night
We have no words left, nothing to say to you
The struggle continues
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4. |
That Last Detour Sign
02:46
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When the hills keep on pushing you down
And the sky seems to want you to drown
Then you realise, you're right where you belong
There's this other place that's calling your name
But you keep thinking that it's all too late
Then you realise, it will never feel all right
You say to yourself, what am I doing here
What's left to find what's left to find
And you say to yourself, why am I doing this
Do I want to leave this town
When you feel like you're growing old
And they keep claiming that it's all under control
When you realise, that this town ain't got no room for you
There's this other place that's calling your name
But you keep thinking that it's all too late
Then you realise, it will never feel all right
You say to yourself, what am I doing here
What's left to find what's left to find
And you say to yourself, why am I doing this
Do I want to leave this town
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5. |
GBDG
05:49
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Memories of our misbehaviour youth
Nostalgia has always been my favourite truth
This town, it doesn’t kill you when you’re young
But it sure wears you out
Memories of drunken summer nights
We’re getting older but we’ll never lose this fight
This town, it doesn’t kill you when you’re young
But it sure wears you out
This city keeps asking me questions
But I can’t reply
We’ve wasted our youth here
Now we’re stuck at the of the line
I remember the first time I heard that song
A band that never did anything wrong
This town, it doesn’t kill you when you’re young
But it sure wears you out
This city keeps asking me questions
But I can’t reply
We’ve wasted our youth here
Now we’re stuck at the of the line
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Tres Años De Soledad
02:24
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I’ve been thinking for a long, long time
That I would leave this town
But there always seem to be
Some things that are eating me
They keep bringing me down
It’s been three years and my biggest fear
Is that I’ll never come to terms
It’s been three years and my biggest fear is
That I’ll never understand
How you could leave me like that
That I’ll never understand
How I could feel so left out
That I’ll never understand
How you could treat me like that
I’ve been thinking for a long, long time
That I could manage on my own
But there always seem to be
Some things that are eating me
They keep bringing me down
It’s been three years and my biggest fear
Är att du glömmer mig
It’s been three years and my biggest fear is
That I’ll never understand
How you could leave me like that
That I’ll never understand
How I could feel so left out
That I’ll never understand
How you could treat me like that
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Death By Firing Squad
03:15
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He left his land for a better life
With empty pockets and poor Swedish memories
He was a loner in the New York city fog
He tramped on west - his name was Joe Hill
Blindfolded but I can still feel
25 barrels that are staring right at me
He was arrested for killing a cop
But the trial was a joke
And they sentenced him to death
But his last words
They will never die:
"Don't mourn - organize!"
Blindfolded but I can still feel
25 barrels that are staring right at me
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8. |
I Sedlighetens Tjänst
02:17
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Dom andra följer dina fotsteg
Dom andra lyssnar, dom vet vem du är
Det är dom andra som bestämmer
Men dom andra, dom känner inte dig
Allt rätt du gör kan slå tillbaks till dig
Och deras krav kommer förgöra dig
Nej man får aldrig vara bekväm
Det är svårt, svårt att vara till lags
I sedlighetens tjänst
Det är dom andra som bestämmer
Det är dom andra som ser till att du mår bra
Allt rätt du gör kan slå tillbaks till dig
Och deras krav kommer förgöra dig
Nej man får aldrig vara bekväm
Det är svårt, svårt att vara till lags
I sedlighetens tjänst
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Gårda
02:17
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Old houses bent by time
Just beside the highway
The smell of wood and cars
Bulldozers about to start
Our fate is decided by right wing politicians
If they win they’ll make us move
They’ll make us move
But we’ll stay
We try to do what’s right
And make a difference
They just look the other way
Why I can only speculate
I just hope it’s not too late
What kind of world is this
We’re constantly overlooked
I hate your agenda
And we hate your looks!
All our dreams are raped by right wing politicians
If they win they’ll make us move
They’ll make us move
But we’ll stay
We try to do what’s right
And make a difference
They just look the other way
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It’s insane to say
That I would always behave
In a subtle way
That’s why I clinch
To the last thing I’ve got
And I tell everyone all the things that you are
But I know that you’re not
I hate this bag of love
Cause it’s just filled with junk
You’re in love with him
And I am always drunk
I tell myself the things I should have done
That’s when I realise all the things that you did wrong
Where do I belong
Where you belong
I was naïve to think
That I could cure this broken heart
With just another drink
I hate this bag of love
Cause it’s just filled with junk
You’re in love with him
And I am always drunk
I tell myself the things I should have done
That’s when I realise all the things that you did wrong
Where do I belong
Where you belong
Where do I belong
Where you belong
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11. |
Snapsvisan
05:08
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Vi tömmer våra glas
Medan allt vi glömt finns kvar
Och mitt hjärtas orosmoln
Är att aldrig få nåt svar
Vi glömmer våra kval
För du och jag finns kvar
Vi försakar allvaret
Vi hatar allt som skett
Våra drömmar slås i kras
Men vi glömmer vår vardag
Mitt hjärtas orosmoln
Är att aldrig få nåt svar
Vi sörjer det som var
Vi står vid vår ungdoms grav
Vi försakar allvaret
Vi hatar allt som skett
Vi tömmer våra glas
Medan allt vi glömt finns kvar
Och mitt hjärtas orosmoln
Är att aldrig få nåt svar
På frågan om du och jag
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