Morndu.
Nygaard
Ikke det nei.
Leste noen ekle, klissete brennmanettråder på RSN. Gikk opp
for meg at jeg har sklidd forbi mye av dette gruffet.
Bevisst? Ubevisst? Hvem vet. Jeg har en halvsykelig aversjon
mot krangling. Går det forbi et visst punkt, slår blindsida
inn. I kveld virket den ikke. Sikkert fordi jeg burde sovet
for noen døgn siden.
Så lengtet jeg tilbake hit, da.
Jaja. Det var dengang, det.
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Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun, pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like I always do, with only
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not another soul to tell our troubles to
And when it's twelve o'clock, we climb the stair
We never knock, for nobody's there
Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue
When the sun sets on the far horizon
And the parlour lamps begin to glow
Jim and Jack and John, put their slippers on
They're all set but we're still on the go, so lonely
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not another soul to tell our troubles to
And when it's twelve o'clock, we climb the stair
We never knock, for nobody's there
Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue