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• Artiste: David Fridlund
• Titre: Circles
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Come into me I wanna swallow every lie I don't care if it's wrong or right A black silhouette follows me around You say you stumble Blinded through life I think it's all In your head sometimes You search for one Good hand to call your own You want four walls To name home Just in and out again Just a quick stop I'll be here waiting Watching my posture drop Is life pretty to you Or just pretty fucked up When will you hit the bottom Or reach the top Well here comes a cold man hammering a nail Here comes a sad girl with broken sails And here comes a flood raining from my eyes Because I can't turn things around I can't stop time Yeah, you know what it is You know it's the law Of all things devilishness that keeps you Tied to the wheel that goes round and round and round Come follow me Out of the dark We either do this now Or we don't do it at all The circles closed The chance is gone I'd like to stop I'm all you've stopped