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And so,
I find myself here once again -
first step down Remedy Lane
Budapest you tore my world apart -
well, here I am

Worn with rope ends on my mind,
torn with blood scarred in my eyes
But now I'm back to shake that from my life

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Ripping at the seams, for an opening

Back again at Deak Ter -
I know I could have left her here
It was the feeling of leaving myself
that I could not bear
The same old hotel room in Pest
one night before the Sziget fest
Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?
To rest in my...

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Ripping at the seams, for an opening

To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for -
who to be.
Sitting here, as once before, weeks ago -
just waiting for a knock on that door;
and I have left all I thought was me to find out,
to make sure if it was you or me,
that made me feel so free and real,
but when we kiss I don't know,
I just don't know.
'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness,
and I think what if I'm simply depressed?
Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the
bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed
and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch?
See I don't know.
But I saw so much of me in you,
the me I've missed, the young and free in you.
But still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean
anything about my needing you.
But I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure,
and still my dear beyond this bed and that door,
to be honest, I fear I just don't know.

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Fanning flames to dreams of belonging
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Ripping at the seams, for an opening

[Johan Hallgren]

To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for...
lying here, watching you leave through that door.