I was gone
when you turned you´re back against me
You were gone
when I turned my head around
Blood on his hands after he threw her skin
he had this sudden demand of making something else begin
Blood on his hands after he threw her skin
now her bones won´t stand she can´t forget what has been
He said put on your raincoat and pack up your boots, I know you take the rainy days there´s not so much you lose, so why was I freezing then
Was my hair too short or my voice too loud was it the wish that I should be someone else in the crowd
Blood on his hands after he threw her skin
he had this sudden demand of making something else begin
Blood on his hands after he threw her skin
now her bones won´t stand she can´t forget what has been
I was gone
when you turned your back against me
you were gone
when I turned my head around

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