You look like a mirror to me,
I am not saying that I think you're ugly just hard to look at.
I am not the one standing in that hallway now.
Taking much too long and my coat is still on.
Wondering where to sit down. You can sit next to me.
Lyssna på Britta Persson och skriva om döden.
Det är vacker. Otroligt vacker de, ja, nej, kanske.
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