Letras:Dims Rebellion. Other. STHLM R.I.P.

Same old town but afraid to walk the streets
Same old song, not impressed by the city heat
Minding my business - make sure to lock the door
Got enough problems every hour of the 24

Another girl cries out: - Please look at me!
But I don't want to see what I will see
A live show mistress - she gladly takes them on
Queen for a moment and then she's gone

I've always thought of you to be my own
But what's the point of it
When you turn me into stone

What am I doing here when you don't want me around?
Have to leave you here, I'll never tell them what I found
What am I doing here, when you don't me around
Breakaway from you but I know I'm gonna miss the sound
- of the city

A new generation raised by the TV screen
The think you're all about the sweetest green
They'll never see you the way I do
But never the less the will push me away from you

I've always thought of you to be my own
But what's the point of it
When you turn me into stone

What am I doing here when you don't want me around?
Have to leave you here, I'll never tell them what I found
What am I doing here, when you don't me around
Breakaway from you but I know I'm gonna miss the sound
- of the city