the strenght to see him off, with no promise of his return.

i drive my friend med frida hyvönen, hjärtegott-bröd med smör och gurka, te med honung, solsken och lediga dagar. trots detta känns det inte helt okej.




i've got no extraordinary cards in my hand
no words or actions to make you stay.
you like to be up north and i like it down here,
and love isn't it just like air you breathe it and it's everywhere?
the sun is shining, i have everything,
a driver's licence, a car and a song to sing.



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