| Oh so lone
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| I’m feeling old and broken
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| Feel like I’ve told all my stories too
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| Anyone caring enough to listen
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| Must I, do I really have to
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| Try another time to fill my life with meaning
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| Purposeful expressions
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| It’s absurd in just one lifetime
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| To pull off this puzzle
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| I’ve accumulated failures for Millenia
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| So throw me a parade, hurray
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| I have found the age old pain
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| I have found the age old pain
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| I’m living the dream
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| I ought to be happy
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| I cry at my sight
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| And the mirror laughs back at me
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| The problem is not, to find myself
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| The problem is, I cannot lose it
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| And I don’t like him
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| I have found the age old pain
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| I have found the age old pain
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| Throw me a parade
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| My factor presets, inner disposition
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| It’s meltdown, cohesion, cohercive completion
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| I used to be a wanderer, my path’s at an end
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| Don’t want to start over, I wish light would bend
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| In other directions, reflections are void
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| I’m torn into pieces, my soul’s on the floor
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| I have found the age old pain
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| I have found the age old pain
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| Throw me a parade, hurray
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| (Lyrics corrected by the actual lyric writer: Jonatan Bäckelie) |