(...)

Jeg har ingen ord. Det skjer av og til.

(påske. snøblind. sjokolade. appelsin. tett. nothing on my tongue so much in my ground. byen puster, bare saktere enn før. du lever så sakte at du tror du dør. blaaaah.)

Men åkei; PJ Harvey og franskbøker, storveis, storveis.

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Horses in my dreams
Like waves, like the sea
They pull out of here
They pull, they are free

Rode a horse around the world
Along the tracks of a train
Broke the record, found the gold
Set myself free again

I have pulled myself clear
I have pulled myself clear
I have pulled myself clear silent
I have pulled myself clear

Horses in my dreams
Like waves, like the sea
On the tracks of a train
Set myself free again

I have pulled myself clear
I have pulled myself clear
I have pulled myself clear silent
I have pulled myself clear
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(og noe vokser inni meg. vel, vel.)

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