"Im not going down on my knees, Begging you to adore me, Cant you see its misery, And torture for me, When Im misunderstood, Try as hard as you can, Ive tried as hard as I could, To make you see, How important it is for me.
Here is a plea, From my heart to you, Nobody knows me, As well as you do, You know how hard it is for me, To shake the disease, That takes hold of my tongue, In situations like these.
Understand me."
För några dagar sedan låg ett litet paket på mitt hallgolv. Det var packat med minnen från en fin kväll på Stockholm Stadion i somras. Och nu regnar det ute och Depechepojkarna som sällskap kunde inte kännas mer rätt.
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