Stare into the streetlamp, just to be blinded, you've seen all of this before.
Turn up the music, shut everyone out, they will never get a grip of what it's all about.
Something happens between two heartbeats, eyes open, angry and wide.
Tear your heart out, hand it to the crowd, as if they would care, you can't even make them turn their heads around.
How can I tell if this is for real?
Why is all this anger crashing inside me?
Frustration, anger, angst and the others wouldn't stand a chance.
Föressten; The Juliana Theory
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