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People all over the planet are holding back what´s left inside to grow and eventually explode. This is their anthem. |
Credits: Music: My Fellow Americans Lyrics: Daniel Gustafson |
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You sit there by the radio. The lights are out. And all of a sudden you´re enlighted. You want her back. |
CD: primer
Credits: M: Eriksson L: Gustafson |
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It´s a five chord, or maybe six chord, tale about being left behind. |
CD: primer
Credits: M: Gustafson L: Gustafson |
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