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You are stoned under the Stockholm sun,
You are a hyena with sharp claws.
You create rhythms, you color concrete,
The houses sway, and you sway with them.
It rolls plates when the night rolls on,
You mix colors because it heals wounds.
You collect stones that you put together,
You slow down the tempo because it goes too fast.
Sweden is so cold.*
You break patterns, the parts are two,
In the core of your heart sits a needle.
From Stockholm's heights you look down,
At Stockholm's sins and you smile .
An old rhythm that you still have,
The blue cuts those chords off,
The last free, the one left.
The last free, you never leave .
You check your back, you are never trusted,
You throw stones from a bridge.
This country is so flat,
You cut shackles by throwing everything away.
Mom! Look here! Dad! Check Here!
It's as pale as your skin,
It's as pale as your skin.
Sweden is so cold.*
A drop of color against black asphalt...