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Mitt trånga fönster

I mitt trånga fönster                                                                                                                             ser jag världen gå förbi                                                                                                                        jag vill ut, jag vill upp                                                                                                                              i himlen flyga fri.

Men nånting                                                                                                                                       håller mig tillbaka                                                                                                                               fast ändå                                                                                                                                              vem skulle mig sakna?

Kanske mitt trånga fönster?

 

Jag bara existerar

Beskyll mig inte för nÃ¥nting                                                                                                              jag bara existerar                                                                                                                                 det kanske är ditt samvete                                                                                                                 som plötsligt reagerar.                                                                                                                      Men tro ej att jag kommer hit                                                                                                              för att din själ förstöra…

För, beskyll mig inte för nånting                                                                                                       jag bara existerar                                                                                                                                   du får mig inte klandra                                                                                                                        för att känslorna regerar                                                                                                                    och styr ditt liv                                                                                                                                   som ingen annan någonsin                                                                                                             styrt ditt liv förut                                                                                                                                                      som för din dröm till öppet hav                                                                                                                                                          där stormen dominerar.

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