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[1.]
An empty paper in front of me
and the pen that is supposed be
the link between
my thoughs <thoughts?> and the written word
[2.]
I always believed that I could write
about anything
But I am always wrong somehow
[3]</i>.
Wrong somehow
And I can't find a way
To release the poetry I hide
In the closet deep inside
[4.]
And Why do you hear these words
Whwn <when?> I have nothing to say
I am only trying to complete this song
[5.]
So you can see
See that i don't know
That i don't know
the way to find the words
I'm given time
Time to find a rhyme
But all I do is write these empty lines
Though I wish that i could....
[Music and lyrics written by Dan Swano.]
[Dan Swano: Lead Vocals, All guitars, Upright Piano, Bass, E-bow]
[Benny Larsson: Drums]
[Anders Mareby: Cello]
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