Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a trend, I as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Memoria, memoria, memoria.
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a trend, as an old enemy.
Memoria, memoria, memoria.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun.
Memoria, memoria, memoria, memoria.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun.
Det här är en av de låtar som jag missbrukat mest. Troligtvis pga. tabulaturen, och den raspiga rösten, och texten som är så enkel - men ändå så fin.
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