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The ballad of Annika from Sweden
The ballad of Annika from Sweden
Looking for a place, a stand,
in the fabolous foreign land,
seeing a gunman at the dance hall
that was looking for having a ball.
Annika is still there,
wasting her tears
counting the years,
while we are here.
Why did she do it,
didn´t she know it
is not the right thing to do,
falling in love with a let go?
Annika is still there,
wasting her tears
counting the years,
while we are here.
Following him on the freedom ride
she felt secure on his loving side,
when the policecars appeared on the scene.
Where in this desert was the grass green?
Annika is still there,
wasting her tears
counting the years,
while we are here.
The blood in the bodies floated as good
on the road, when he was in that mood.
There were some dying policemen left
in something that started with a theft.
Annika is still there,
wasting her tears
counting the years,
while we are here.
When arrested he hang himself
leaving her on the empty shelf.
She got lifetime for what he acutally did,
nobody wanted to save the innocent kid.
Annika is still there,
wasting her tears
counting the years,
while we are here.

Skriven av: Ulf-Christer Axemark
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