Tynn Tråd - DumDum Boys

Det er gode tider for dårlig nytt

Tar ett skritt dit, og ett skritt feil

Og får en liten dytt

Når klokka slår tolv, tar de fart

Tiden går i ring, du går i spin, så i svart

Ser alt for mye, litt for fort

Og blikket vender lengere enn mort

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Vi henger alle i en tynn, tynn tråd

Ingenting å stresse med, vi skal samme sted

Den lengste veien går gatelangs

På egenhånd med alt og tape

Og ingen sjangs

Lyden av en telefon, som ingen tar

Er den vonde lyden, av helt feil svar

Til slutt er det ett fett hva man tror

Står igjen helt full av tomme ord

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Vi henger alle i en tynn

Tynn tråd

Ingenting å stresse med

Vi skal samme sted

Vi henger alle i en tynn

Tynn tråd

Ingenting å stresse med

Vi skal samme sted

These are good times for bad news

Takes one step there, and one step wrong

And get a little push

When the clock strikes twelve, they pick up speed

Time goes in a circle, you go in spin, then in black

Looks way too much, a little too fast

And the gaze turns farther than roach

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We all hang in a thin, thin thread

Nothing to stress about, we're going to the same place

The longest road goes along the street

On your own with everything and tape

And no chance

The sound of a phone, which no one takes

Is the bad sound, of completely wrong answer

In the end, it's a fat what one thinks

Left completely full of empty words

Ref

We all hang in a thin

Thin thread

Nothing to stress about

We are going to the same place

We all hang in a thin

Thin thread

Nothing to stress about

We are going to the same place