18. streets…

”When the night’s quiet
and you don’t care anymore
And your eyes are tired
and there’s noone at your door
And you realize you wanna let go
And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace
Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with
Streets of fire”

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8/3 -04

Exil på Kungsvägen (januari-maj 2004)
Samlad värk, 2004