Texty: Hardcore Superstar. Dear Old Fame.

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And I travelled around to educate myself


Stand up straight I'm easy to persuade


It's all so numb, I can't feel no more


Miss you my friend, pinch me again


The present time isn't like past times


Neon lights instead of laughing crimes


I struggled so hard and took it quite far


But all that shows on my hands are scars


Stand up straight, no need to look in my eyes


Still miss you my friend, don't hurt me again


Dear old fame damn don't you pretend



It's all so numb, I can't feel no more


Stretch my tolerance


Act like a man it's all bullshit when it comes to the end


Dear old Stockholm


Made a place in my mind


Stretch my tolerance


Act like a man it's all bullshit when it comes to the end


Dear old Stockholm


Can't you feel the loving thet I send?


Fame, all the money


It's all bullshit when it comes to the end


Dear old Stockholm


Made a place in my mind


Violent ground and amusement sound


Mutual partners, weaknesses to be found