republicmonarchy

Inatt så drömde jag om Glada Sarah igen. I frömmen hade hon rött hår.  I morse så sjöng jag en sång om henne i duschen - kom på den direkt...

Så här går texten typ:

I made you a painting, but the painting was never done

I made you a song, a song that'll never be sung

I gave you some time, but time it took you away

And I was sitting here waiting, for you, but you never came

...

(Glömde bort passagen...)


...

(refräng 1)

You're better than a dog
So much better than a dog
So much better than any dog that you find on the street these days
my soul is braking and I'm hallucinating
maybe your hallucinating too.

(refräng 2)

I think I know who you are
I think I know who you are
You are not some stupid car or the cheap print on your shirt



You're an adventurer in a flying machine
Flying towards your dreams
Maybe I can fly with you




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