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Poor child blues
You won’t imagine
The fun is for certain
You think it’s only a joke
Some people scream
Others don’t bother
Some people just stay in their cloak
This ain’t a time
For boys to be cooler
They will regret what they’d done
You’ll have your time
In the end of this tunnel
So please just stay in the sun
You won’t imagine the time
And you won’t see the pain
When we were young
This was all in shadows
Probably out of our minds
Then someone spoke
Of a distant feeling
We all make up and finds
There’s a bird
With wings of silver
Requiering permission to land
It comes with the aid
And tries to participate
Where I walk and where you stand
You won’t imagine the time
And you won’t see the pain
Skriven av: Joakim Eriksson
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