I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down
the kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house
I wrestled with my thoughts,
I shook the hand of doubt
Running from my past, i'm praying feet ''don't fail me now''
Ååh så trött, jag har ingen ork och alla tankar bara snurrar i huvudet.
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