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I hit my head - I bit my tongue 'cause life was good
I had a taste, yes I tasted blood
I tasted you and you taste like something... well I had forgot
how good it feels to be young, drunk and in love
I hit my head and I hurt my knee on an armed glass door
for eighteen months that door had never been closed before
and how am I supposed to see what you can see right through
well enough about me, here's a song about you
dududu dudu dudu
I hit my head and I bit my tongue 'cause life was good
I had a taste, yes I tasted blood
and how am I supposed to be honest and true?
well enough about me, here's a song about you
dududu dudu dudu
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so this is "the night"?
the one you wrote so much about
so this is "the dark" and
that is starlight?
so this is "the night"!
and that is "the moon"?
you say all we see is reflections
but I can't believe you
no I can't believe in you
although I know what you say is true
so this is "the day"?
and these are sun-rays!
I never thought anything but "touch"
could feel so warm against my face
so this is "the day"!
and this ou call "noon"
you say we can do what we want to
but I can't believe you
no I can't believe in you
although I know what you say is true
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mystery beach
01:56
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on mystery beach
there are wonders,
but no-one is ever there to believe in them
bring your sleeping bag
we'll go camping and you'll get to see them
by the campfire,
where the mountains are dipping their feet
on mystery beach
mystery beach
I don't know how they're doing it
don't know what they're doing at all
I've got no way of proving it
I know what I saw
on mystery beach
there are miracles
but you can hardly see them for the swimming girls (screaming gulls
and the(ir) parasols, and the families
if you all want to see something beautiful
come with me, in the dawn, to where
the horizon is within your reach
come to mystery beach
mystery beach
I don't know how they're doing it
don't know what they're doing at all
I've got no way of proving it
I know what I saw
on mystery beach,
in the dawn
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every night
03:22
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welcome in the world
02:25
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The world it is your home
but you're still just a guest
the world goes on, after you've left it
and there is no use feeling down
the way the world keeps going round,
you are welcome in the world!
(but I'm already in it!)
in the world
there are lots of awesome people
there are those you know
and those you don't yet know.
As long as you're not judgmental
you'll be making lots of friends
and you're all welcome in the world!
(but I'm already in it!)
the world it is your home
but you're still just a guest
the world goes on, after you have gone to rest
there's no use wallowing in sorrow
you know, you're life is only borrowed
you're still welcome in the world!
(but I'm already in it!)
welcome in the world!
(but I'm already in it!)
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the taking off of pants
01:52
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Hey! Do you like the sound of summer rain?
Do you like popsongs on your brain?
Do you like it when itches go away?
Do you like finding awesome bands?
Do you like mixtapes from your friends?
Do you like nights that never end?
And do you like when you miss your ride
and someone gives you a backie on their bike
If you don't like silly things like that,
then, what do you like?
Hey! Do you like the way I'm holding you?
do you like kissing and skipping school?
do you like dreaming, well I do.
I know that you don't quite like romance,
you like the taking off of pants
and I like to take them off of you
wo-o-o-o
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the talking with hands
02:51
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was it cool,
this work of art?
and was it warm,
my open heart?
did you listen close?
did you look inside?
did i show too much,
of the things I hide?
well, you have to say!
'cause those are things you've gotta tell me
allthough the words are gonna fail to bring it by
those are things you've gotta make me understand
you've gotta tell me with your hands
if I had sung
of big black death
of chilly wind
or your warm breath
could it wake you up
and stop your dying?
and was it raining
or were you crying?
you didn't say!
but those are things you've gotta tell me
allthough with words you're gonna fail to bring it by
those are things you've gotta make me understand
you've gotta tell me with your hands
so was it any good,
my stupid album?
did you like my songs
although I'm no Phil Elverum
and was it worth
whatever you paid
did you shut me up
or did you let it play?
well, you've got to say!
those are things you've gotta tell me
though your words are gonna fail to bring it by
those are things you've gotta make me understand
you've gotta tell me with your hands
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come forth friend
02:34
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there are walls around me
huge mountains that surround me
but there's a voice inside of me
that says come forth friend
come forth friend
it says come forth friend
come forth friend
come all you people around me
come, cross the moat that surrounds me
come be the choir inside of me
and say come forth friend
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nils folke valdemar sings: Falköping, Sweden
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