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I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain.
He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again.
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense,
Of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said thank you, please, but your flattery,
It is truly not becoming me.
Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see.
No beauty ever could have come from me
I'm a waste,
Of breath, of space, of time.

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Sova, ? -ja tack.
få må bra, ? -ja tack.
Få vakna utan att ha ständig värk i kroppen, ? -ja tack