tillfällig obalans.
god that was strange to see you again
introduced by a friend of a friend
smiled and said "yes i think we've met before"
in that instant it started to pour
this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
you tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
and now you're outside me you see all the beauty
repent all your sin
it's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
i chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
i'll write you a postcard, i'll send you the news
from the house down the road, from real love
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