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20080823

På promenad genom de gångna känslors trädgårdar.

On the day that you stopped existing

The world should have ended right then and there

At precisely four-fifteen when you stopped existing

The world should have ended

How could it go on?

How could it go on?

Oh and I don't exist

I don't exist

I don't exist

I don't exist

So now that we've got that straight

Doesn't mean that I can fly

Doesn't mean I that I can go do whatever I want.

Now that we've got that clear

And you know that I'm not here

Doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I please.

The premature ejaculation of my death

sentence hit you in the face like a fist.

And everything got hazy in the courtroom and then I stood up

And then sat back down another two times in the row.

And everything got real slow like a full moon

I don't exist

I don't exist

And now that we've got that straight,

Doesn't mean that I can fly

Doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I want.

Now that we've got that clear

And you know that I'm not here

Doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I please.

And you start remembering and remembering and remembering

And remembering...

I can't drown.

Simply because...