Lately, lately, I find I rush
Can't piece together the sun in the sky or the spots on my face
And I must be stuck, my feet already are, I must be lost, my feet already are
And I must be fast, my feet already are, you'll soon be dust your deeds already are
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You'll soon be dust your deeds already are
You saw no orb no fiery bushes either
I must be drunk I feel unsteady
No monster me, sadly no saint either...
Walk back into Stockholm - Stockholm - our travels take us further north
Where there's fish in the sea and food on the shelves
And I must be cold, my feet already are
You must be old, so take it easier
And I must be cold, my feet already are
You must be old, so take it easier...
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Walk back into, walk back into, wicked, wicked, wicked...
Belly, belly, and slap
I love to feel the food in my guts and the fat in my veins
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