You know that I would love to see you next year
I hope that I am still alive next year
You magnify the way I think about myself
before you came I rarely thought about myself
Behind your veil I found a body underneath
inside your head were things I never thought about
you know that I would love to see you next year
I hope that I am still alive next year

the every day is part of what consumes me
the hate I feel is part of what fuels me
I testify to having guilty feelings
I must confess I'd like to be caught stealing 

What happens when you lose everything
you just start again
you start all over again
I like to wait to see how things turn out
If you apply some pressure
What happens when you lose some pressure
apply some pressure you lose some pressure
apply some pressure you lose some pressure
apply some pressure you lose some pressure

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shit, jag börjar verkligen tappa det.