Syndaren i mig dör aldrig

40. Dubbelt så mycket som 20. Mer sträcker sig inte mina mattematikkunskaper. Tror jag. Men jag har kommit upp till den åldern när jag förstår att jag inte förstår något alls. Vill så mycket men kan så lite. SÅ många ord som borde ut, som borde finna varandra, som borde befrukta sig, som borde korsbefrukta sig. Som borde finnas, som nya.

Så sov alla mina källor till synd. Jag återkommer. Men just idag tar jag semester.

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

I’ll never be a saint
That’s not a picture that your memory paints
Not renowned for my patience
I’m not renowned for my restraint
But you’re always around
You can always be found
To pick me up when I’m on the ground

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

I’m still recovering
Still getting over all the suffering
More known for my anger
Than for any other thing
But you’ve always tried
To be by my side
And catch my fall when I start to slide

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me
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