I never dreamed that I would ever want something so bad
Never thought I'd envy you for something that you have
I never cared before, now how do I dare?
Lift this spirit, put me way up where
I catch the signal; call me
Come make a final call
I'm on my knees, my ear is nailed to the wall
Sound distorted, you're voice is lost
A certain impression I can't come across
The one explanation that could help us
Maker, Maker, who on Earth could save us
Psychologists let you talk too much
Sleeping pills keep you out of touch
Spiritual therapy, I don't dare for such...
(I never dream)
Sound distorted, your voice is lost
Decryption failure, blocked by firewall
The one connection that could help us
Is gone for all the insurances we paid for
Murderers and thieves that might go to jail
Market economists? Put them anywhere else
You, my love, you can go to Hell!
Can catch the signal, call me
[noll, sju, noll, tre, noll, ett, sex, fyra, noll, noll, sex, tre, noll] (repeat)
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