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Oh when the cold wind blows
I feel it to the bone
Oh when you say you know
I feel I am not alone

And even though I may return
To empty places on my own
Where I remember everything you want me to forget.

And you provide a parachute
When I am falling like a stone
And I remember there s a life that I have not lived yet

You and I
Truth and lies
I’ve been fooling myself too long
You and I
Breaking ties
How could we be so right and so wrong?


I hear the words you say
Your mouth against my skin
My world just falls away
You light me from within

And even though I may return
To empty places on my own
Where I remember everything you want me to forget.

And you provide a parachute
When I am falling like a stone
And I remember there s a life that I have not lived yet

You and I
Truth and lies
I’ve been fooling myself too long
You and I
Breaking ties
How could we be so right and so wrong?

Truth and lies...
Breaking ties...

You and I
Truth and lies
I’ve been fooling myself too long
You and I
Breaking ties
How could we be so right and so wrong?

He eats red and all violet
Kills fishes with a rock star flag
Caught up in a vacuum breeze where
Moans and cries dissolve in speed

It s your life without a life
(red + violet fades)
It s your life without a life
(red + violet fades)

He eats red and all violet
Newer skin makes him giant
And...

Once my earthly pass
Over and stuck in the past
I will become one with the ground
Dust, I ll be
For those who ve seen my earthly pass
Taking place in the past
Coldness will lead to emptiness
Free I ll be from this carnal state.

The stench of mediocrity soars
Once tangible vanish
The lucid pure calmness of...

Sei andata via non lo so perché
non so nemmeno la tua voce dov è
e penso solo al tempo che se ne va via
fra i baci le carezze e tanta nostalgia
che non lo so che è dura così?
Ti chiedono - stai...

& Marie Fredriksson

Har du känt vibrationen
Från stråken mot en violin
Finns den kraften i dig
Som att hitta på stigar
Där ingen annan gått förut
Väck den kraften i dig
Det handlar om känslan
Handlar om glädjen
Att...

Dans mon jardin,
il y a la Poste
ya mes copains
la caissière du Felix Potin.
Dans mon jardin,
Il y a mon chien
Il y a sa niche
Il y a son vin

Dans mon jardin,
y a les...