Linda ErikssonBique Biography

I can feel the magic floating in the air, I can see the
sunlight dancing over my hair

, I have never felt this way, And i can remember exactly what you used to say
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I'm in sitting on this peachy red bench, while the wind is whistling to my ear.
I can hear children crying, bullets being shot, Is this all there's to hear?

Why is it that all we do is just fight.
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The wind is blowing through my hair, on this warm night.
The stars are setting down, so peacefully this night.

I'm sitting on this roof, just relaxing for a while.
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You used to be there, just watching after me.

Now you're only here, twice a year. Just so you can break my heart all over again, No wonder i'm this way.
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A river flows deep inside of me.
Circling round and round and round.

Dimished with self doubt, and questions of how.
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