F O S S I C I A

EST. 1976

"De skulle tydligen vara bäst, det läste jag på internet."

There'll be oats in the water, there'll be birds on the ground

There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now

 

Still I am not from Barcelona, I am not even from Madrid.

I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.

 

 

You can be the outcast//Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love

Or you can start speaking up

 

Characters of no illusion

Vi firade vår åtta månadersdag på ett av mina favoritställen, jag var nöjd.

 

I climbed the tree to see the world

 

 

 

We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now

Öland

 

Everyone's on valium and no one's around

 

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I'm not whole, oh you waste it all

 

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