Lyrics:
Vem är det som har gjort dig så illa Linnéa
Vem är det som har gjort dig så ont
Vem vare som fick dig att bli så rädd Linnéa
Vad är det som har
Vem är det som har gjort dig så illa Linnéa
Vem är det som har gjort dig så hårt
Men vad är det som fick dig bli så rädd Linnéa
Vad är det som har
I first saw her dead, cool head
In The Return of the Living Dead
She led a band called Men In Skirts
She doesn't want any animal to be hurt!
Linnea
Follow the white crow
The white crow
The white crow
Follow the white crow
Follow the white crow
The white crow
The white crow
The white crow
Twilight in the sculpture garden
When we walk around the place
Look upon the beautiful secrets
That all the artists' made.
And we still wanna stay
Linnéa wat wil je horen
Een lied van de Zuidewind
Gedichten als rijpend koren
Muziek die vanzelf begint
Nou heb ik wel twee gitaren
En daar brom
only one.
Let's got back to Eden,
Don't make the garden wait.
At the gates of Eden,
This golden key is all it takes.
Guest Artists:
George Hawkins, Jr.
their ears
Glowing through your troubles for the hurt to follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Moving down the ladder slow
We're your
civilization than full recognition of
The place of the artist
If art is to nourish the roots of our culture
Society must set the artist free to follow
His vision
Jonny Linnéa och Bart
Dom sitter i den mörka natt
Bekvämt på kuddar av persiskt snitt
Vid kakelugnens eld
På bordet ligger piporna runtom en blandad
Du tar mig nån stans där jag hör ditt namn
Du behandlar mig som att jag inte fanns
Linnea jag kommer aldrig förstå dig
Du har ett namn men fan det
Linnéa loves to ride horses
Red hair flying in the breeze
Middle child always stuck in between
Finding her peace in dancing dreams
Brothers teasing
their ears
Glowing through your troubles for the hurt to follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Moving down the ladder slow
We're your
good to me so far)
Got friends on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even
to the pillow
Soon's we touch our heads to the pillow
Go to sleep right smart
Soon's the rooster crows, in the morning
In the morning, in the morning
Soon's
sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
I'm
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
Linnea vad vill du höra
Jag glömmer det varje gång
Jag har något i mitt öra
Som kanske kan bli en sång
Det darrar i gitarren
Den ber om ett vackert
their ears
Glowing through your troubles for the hurt to follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Moving down the ladder slow
We're your
to follow
Where the heart leads
We are the artists
We are the artists
Fear love is danger, keep loving strangers
Hoping to take another step
Out
It's just a northern industrial town
The front doors of the houses open into the street
There's no room for front gardens
Just a two-up, two-down
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