Vissa dagar är värre än andra

You used to talk to me like I was the only one around
You used to lean on me.. the only other choice was falling down
You used to walk with me like we had nowhere we needed to go
Nice and slow, to no place in particular

We used to have this figured out
We used to breathe without a doubt
When nights were clear you were the first star I'd see
We used to have this under control
We never thought.. We used to know
At least there's you and at least there's me
Can we get this back, can we get this back...
To how it used to be

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