I brist på formulering så lånar jag Annika Norlins och gör om så att det passar mig bättre. Som en jävla community-tönt är jag. Jag ta mig fan hatar folk som skriver hela låttexter som presentationer av dem själva. Håll till godo.

There is a war in all the heads
and there’s a war in mine as well
And if I could explain it any better, I’m sure I would
We’re in a bus and it’s night, you opened up and so will I
But though I’m good with words, I’ve never been good with words

But all I know is there’s something new this year
All I know is there’s something new real near

There is a town that I live in and it’s a town that favors winners
And when I win I think about when I’ll next lose
I’ll take a train that’ll take me north
And it’s the place where trees speak louder than the people
But if I have to pick that’s what I’ll choose
I’ll walk along the river Torne, it’ll chill me out of my bones too
But a cold wind is always better than a cold voice
I am not strong enough for win city, I’ll stay in to play Sin
Witty people without hearts have always had a lead on me

But all I know is there’s something new this year
All I know is there’s something new real near

I’ll lift your arm and you’ll lift mine, and in a Communist state of mind where I’m not worth more than anyone else, but surely not worth less

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