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one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away

both under influense
we had devine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade (här sjunger jag alltid my mise-misery, och även om det inte passar i texten så låter det bäst. Och ja, jag kan texten.)

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

one night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then releaf

ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough

and you, you knew the hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths
sharing different heartbeats
in one night

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

(snälla ni, gissa vad jag tänker på när jag hör den.)

(ANG orginalet: Ja, The knife gjorde orginalet. Anledningen att jag inte ändrade var att folk skulle förstå vad det vad jag menade. Jag vill inte att människan som skrev den kommentaren ska läsa min blogg.)