| That’s me right there on the corner
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| Listening to Wu in my Walkman
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| Neon lights at the water, reflecting the city I’m lost in
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| That’s me right there on the corner
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| I one day would be leaving
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| For a dream that I didn’t have
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| That I’d one day would believe in
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| Strange how the same place I ran from
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| Is the same place I think of whenever the chance comes
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| It’s inevitable, ‘cause wherever I go…
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| I hear echoes of a thousand screams
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| As I lay me down to sleep
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| There’s a black hole deep inside of me
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| Reminding me, that I’ve lost my backbone
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| Somewhere in Stockholm
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| I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm
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| I’m from a place where we never openly show our emotions
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| We drown our sorrows in bottomless bottles
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| And leave them to float in the ocean
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| I’m from a place where we never
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| Separate people from people
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| Some generalize, but in general I
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| Still believe that we are treated as equals
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| My father, my mother, my sister
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| My brother, my friends and my family’s there
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| My hope and my money, my innocence in a sense
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| Almost lost everything here
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| Right where I was founded
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| Is right where I’ll be found dead
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| The streets of my backbone, until I get back home
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| I hear echoes of a thousand screams
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| As I lay me down to sleep
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| There’s a black hole deep inside of me
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| Reminding me, that I’ve lost my backbone
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| Somewhere in Stockholm
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| I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm
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| I’m not alone, I am the fire that burns
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| Not of the city but out of the 'burbs
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| A river that’s just dying of thirst
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| I am a reverend lying in church
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| A crack in the pattern, a miracle waiting to happen
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| A promise that never was kept
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| One of those moments you’ll never forget
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| I am that feeling inside
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| The one we all know but can’t really describe
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| I am the blood spill, but I’m in love still
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| Somewhere in Stockholm
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| But I’m not alone
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| Don’t have to get by on my own
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| I’m finally home
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| Hemma i Stockholm
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| Där jag hör hemma
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| I hear echoes of a thousand screams
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| As I lay me down to sleep
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| There’s a black hole deep inside of me
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| Reminding me, that I’ve lost my backbone
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| Somewhere in Stockholm
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| I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm |