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Jens Lekman |
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Night Falls Over Kortedala |
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The Opposite Of Hallelujah |
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I took my sister down to the ocean |
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But the ocean made me feel stupid |
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Those words of wisdom I had prepared |
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All seemed to vanish into thin air |
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Into the waves I stared |
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I picked up a seashell |
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To illustrate my homelessness |
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But a crab crawled out of it |
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Making it useless |
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And all my metaphors fell flat |
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Down on the rocks where we sat |
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She asked where are you at? |
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But sister, it's the opposite of hallelujah |
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It's the opposite of being you |
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You don't know 'cause it just passes right through you |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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We made our way home on the bikes we had borrowed |
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I still never told you about unstoppable sorrow |
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You still think I'm someone to look up to |
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I still don't know anything about you |
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Is it in you too? |
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You've got so much to live for, little sister |
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You've got so much to live for |
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But sister, it's the opposite of hallelujah |
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It's the opposite of being you |
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You don't know cause it just passes right through you |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
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You don't know what I'm going through |
