House Of The Rising Sun
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En taxi stannar till och glada mänskor trillar ut
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Jag ser dig gå iväg och mannen håller i din hand
undrar varför lyckan aldrig ler mot mig ibland
tänk så bra om han var jag
Så höjer du min blick och ler mot mig ett litet tag
jag tit
SHE'S A LOVER
She takes the moon and stars
To wear as her disguise.
Then catching cosmic rays
She uses them for eyes.
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through
With warm breezes
She will wipe away the sigh.
In the green folds of her skirt
A tired traveller lies,
She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...
There below the grey stone walls
Behind the hill she waits for you.
Painted on a field of corn
Strange messages she leaves for you.
She sheds her summer dress
Fearing it displeases you
Amid the white silk melting forest
Where she flew.
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through .....
Across the wooded plains
The wild geese have fled.
Beneath the splintered stones
Her anger seeps through red.
She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...