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Koncept och musik för singeln Cutting Cords – Stud.
I grow tired of telling stories
But somehow people wanna know more
I grow homesick from staying in the same place
Don’t know what I keep coming back for
Should be a master of cutting cords
I grow weary from changing faces
I’m losing track of my real reflection
What if you grow out of the person I've become
In the absence of your eyes, I am no-one
Should be a master of cutting core
So I hold on for my dear life
My life
My life
My life
When you grow tired of me
Bury me somewhere pretty
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