Consider this a sign.
This is a train in the night.
And now its time for you to go.
You know youve had a healthy life, boy.
You walk this world like youre a ghost.
Your hands are coming through the needles.
Look into the sun and see
your soul is dying.
Used to feel the faith,
but now you're tired of trying.
Should have left alone
what you have stolen from everyone.
How are you feeling?
You seem a little sick to me now.
Hvor er det blitt av deg? Går det bra? Jeg tenker alt for mye, men kanskje ikke så rart jeg er bekymra. Eller kanskje er det det, jeg kjenner deg ikke SÅ godt liksom, men det var likevel veldig koselig å bli kjent med deg. Så hvor er du?
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