Jag lyssnade på en gammal skiva idag i bilen, har nog inte lyssnat på den sen jag flyttade till Uppsala tror jag. Minst. Hittade ett gammalt favoritspår, det är så plågsamt vackert så jag måste lägga ut den här (trots att jag nog har gjort det förut nån gång, för flera år sen).
Was it your intuition
or just a twist of fate?
There's no point in me going back there,
it's too late.
And was it your decision
and only yours to make?
It seemed so easy,
the way you turned and walked away
I got all that I could ask for
but not the least that I'd expect
No memories for me to hold dear
just the bitter taste of regret
Like the sound of a thousand guns
was the sound of your goodbye
and the sound of a thousand lies
echoed through the night.
I don't have much to say
there's not much difference I could make
Just one last complaint
and I'll be on my way
I got all that I could ask for
but not the least that I'd expect
No memories for me to hold dear
just the bitter taste of regret
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