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Oh the horizon moves But I find balance on my knees Where are my clothes? I try to decode words on the post-it That's stuck on my cheek Two socks stare at me Definitely they-re not mine I try to figure out What's written between the lines "You've got

I can't write about love no more I should be feeling sad Now I know it wasn't you Who drove me mad It was that chemical stuff in my head Oh lalalalalalalalala Phenylethylamine Can't get enough Oh oh lalalalalala l'amour Noradrenaline Je comprends Lal

I guess this world is offering a lot to see But the only travelling I do is through a cable, lately I'm having conversations with microwave meals It's time to start my life for real But it's Always, always, always tomorrow I will do it then Always, a

Shyness is when you turn your head away From something you want I wanted you, you, you I bought a cocktail dress But there was no occasion to wear it so I threw a party myself a hon.... I invited al these people And you never grow to old to dream So

Hey Hey Hey You're on a holiday And you don't hear this song on repeat Hey hey hey You don't have to stay What ever you want what ever you need I wonder how many fingers Filthy from browsing through postcards with views Have touched the sugar cube I

what will it be--room eleven My hand moves slowly Squeezes The surface shines I should be happy My lips are dry From wishing To smash everything to pieces Milk rises high I feel my heartbeat I give another smile To the ones that consume my feet I bre