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forest of fear and flowers of doubt

east escalator hooligans

the returning shadow on pale paving from past day

they tag their sisters and brothers, but nobody bothers

the uncut version

and the concept of "julgransplundring" has got a new meaning

the walk of life is a long journey with many obstacles, no need for hurry kids

my shadow is my only friend, its my only truth

there is conflicts with contrast in every corner of the world

and for the last time, regret walks this floor, for the last time; inside these walls

dude, wheres my bike?

a saturday brunch in town

in motion with legacy thoughts of conspiracy

an illusion or a reflection?

an ordinary evening

i want to be a bird; attached to the blue, the sky; but yesterday, there were no birds set to free

probably just a coincidence, or?

those boots are made for one thing, and one thing only

a poorly piece of proportion portrait of the person wich poetry populated vol.2

if you look real carefull, you might see her in a window

"and when the darkness fall, a star lights in every house, every home"

probably just a coincidence, or?

im so tired i could sleep here, laying; or die a few times standing; right here right now

a poorly piece of proportion portrait of the person wich poetry populated

when the heart guides the dead hand

what a rush

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there is some things you shouldn't do, when drunk

i've got mail, i sure do

im not a surfer. but sure, i could probably catch a wave

im fifteen square miles from you, but only one second away

who said that santa only worked at christmas?

sounds like art, art from a wardrobe

and michael you would fall, and paint the snow red as strawberries in summertime

different elements of the past

to hold, and to let go

pretty soon it will be dark, again

dont "leaf" me here, alone

little girl, little girl you should close your eyes, that blue is making me high..

one day, its not the falling snow that you hide from

standing on the shoreline, always waiting for something lasting

that same old wallpaper

oh society, youre a crazy breed

these walls speak nothing, but true