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En vaadi juuri mitään
Minulle riittää kumarat puut
Tien toisella puolella järvi
Johon voi halutessaan hukuttautua



Toisinaan kaipaan aikaa
Jolloin auringonnousu sattui
Ja sydämeni oli missä lie

pikkukissakuume

My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven
Where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough
To get us there?

If I am the storm, if I am the wonder
Will I have flashlights, nightmares and sudden explosions

There is no room where I can go and
You've got secrets too

nothing is pure anymore but solitude
it's hard to make sense
feels as if i'm sensing you through a lens

Leona Naess: Ballerina
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<3

this melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up
at my kitchen table doing shots of resignation
i never thought i'd see the day when i would say i give up
and break the stallions of my wildest expectations


i think i could accept all these dark colors
as just part of some bigger color scheme
if it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness
underscoring each smiling scene
desire drags me right out of myself
a gas-soaked rope tied to a piece of coal
and i'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side
while the flames rip along the sand and swallow me whole

Mut mä liikun kriisistä kriisiin,
kuljen komein askelin

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed
we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart
we had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass
and awkardly cast
that even I could be the star.

"You see, if you can't be happy
at least you can be drunk."
- Rory Gilmore