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Riktigt namn: Mattias Civilstatus: SingelLäggning: Straight
Intresse: Musik
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Politik: Anti-allt
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Klädstil: Raggare
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Hate That Smell
I hate that smell after it rains
Yeah, just let me be alone now
I wring out the sleeves of my partially dry clothes
Sprawl in the corner and screw my eyes shut
The room´s warm air coils around me, with some of you twined in
I wanted to lock away that warmth that might cool me off
Even in this heat, I´m trembling
I hate that smell after it rains
An accidental perfume that might vanish any minute
Just thinking of that instant when you touched me
The fading rain-patter echoes and re-echoes the pounding in my chest
If only I could get a full glass of water, and dissolve you in it
And drink you up one slow mouthful at a time
Stay by me... My feelings always run on ahead of me
And then even my skin is a maddening obstacle
I want to feel, with my whole body, everything that might come
I hate that stupid rainbow bridge on the sky
There´s not one of you would take me along when you cross it
Compared to reality, plastered over with platitudes, I´d rather drown in an ash-grey sea where secrets can be spoken
One side of the tight-shut window, silence enfolds the world
A weak beam of light pokes in; please, light, stay away
Let me be alone
I hate that smell after it rains
An accidental perfume that might vanish any minute
Just thinking of that instant when you touched me
The fading rain-patter echoes and re-echoes the pounding in my chest