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ImageStorby livet i Boston er ikkje 100 % i mi gate. Stillhet, ro, tid…er vanskeleg å finna. Ein solfylt og kald vinterdag kom desse ordene ned på papiret, midt i lyskrysset på Boylson street. Innspeling følger.

Take time!

You’re rolling down a crowded street
I stare you down, but you don’t see
Blinded by shades, stranger to state
Though time could be yours, you ask it to wait.
I might look lonesome, hands getting cold
But that was my goal.

So take time, and make it free

You’re coffee is cold, cheeks are in fire
Day after day, you run for desire
I vanished away, put life on pause,
Declare to myself, now is enough
My cheeks might look frozen, but pride is pleased 
And I’m one in a thousand

So take time, and make it free

It’s me and the scene, and you if you want
Nothing but now was the best that could come
And then comes another and pause by my side
Happy for what we were able to find.
We might look lonesome, but nothing give ease
Like life as it is.

So take time, and make it free
So take time, and make it be your


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