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Celun
She’s the one portrait on my mind
Imagine this could be the true one
Her words are gentle and so kind
She’s the sun, a cookie of pure fun
Need to spot this goddess face
Wanna entertain this lady of grace
Soon I’m gonna ride out in the night
Stop at No 7 where the colour is bright
I’m a fallen sly cat, a writing knight
In the neighbourhood, that’s where she breathe
In the county bellow the flattering sun
Oh I just a find her irresistible, she’s what I need
In the county bellow the flattering sun
Am I a clown for falling like a cone?
Am I weak, spinning in the moon?
Time gave no answers, I was blind
Loneliness divided me, I was gone
This has taken many years to find
Now I’m certain, yesterday is done
I need the one unspoken phrase
This is no gag, this is the final race
Seriously, I believe it I got it in sight
A creative soul feels so close, so right
Her heart gleams like a blue light
(Jörgen Jansson)
In the neighbourhood, that’s where she breathe
In the county bellow the flattering sun
Oh I just a find her irresistible, she’s what I need
In the county bellow the flattering sun
Am I a clown for falling like a cone?
Am I weak, spinning in the moon?
Skriven av: Jörgen Jansson
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