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Ingrid Storholmen

07. Something lets you know

Something lets you know
Something which won’t let go
You are not magic to me
We are everyday and don’t like it
Friday, and it rains
It rains all day
An orange rain

I want to walk alone
It is spring, and it rains



I flee. Have already fled
You don’t touch me, at least don’t kiss me, I collapse
There is a bullet in the pistol, the roulette always wins
I collapse
from relief

All ages live in your face
the boy, the infant, the old, the strong, young
I watch you bend forwards
But you don’t kiss me
1 out of 6 times you kiss me
Will you happen to kiss me now

07. Something lets you know

Noe sier ifra
Noe som ikke slipper
Du er ikke magisk for meg
Vi er hverdag og liker det ikke
fredag, og det regner
Det regner hele dagen
Et oransje regn

Jeg vil gå alene
Det er vår, og det regner



Jeg rømmer. Har alt rømt
Du rører meg ikke, kyss meg i alle fall ikke, jeg faller om
I pistolen er det en kule, rulletten vinner alltid
Jeg faller om
av lettelse

Ansiktet ditt har alle aldre i seg
gutten, spedbarnet, den gamle, den sterke, unge
Jeg ser deg bøye deg fram
Men du kysser meg ikke
1 av 6 ganger kysser du meg
Kan du komme til å kysse meg nå
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07. Something lets you know

Something lets you know
Something which won’t let go
You are not magic to me
We are everyday and don’t like it
Friday, and it rains
It rains all day
An orange rain

I want to walk alone
It is spring, and it rains



I flee. Have already fled
You don’t touch me, at least don’t kiss me, I collapse
There is a bullet in the pistol, the roulette always wins
I collapse
from relief

All ages live in your face
the boy, the infant, the old, the strong, young
I watch you bend forwards
But you don’t kiss me
1 out of 6 times you kiss me
Will you happen to kiss me now

07. Something lets you know

Something lets you know
Something which won’t let go
You are not magic to me
We are everyday and don’t like it
Friday, and it rains
It rains all day
An orange rain

I want to walk alone
It is spring, and it rains



I flee. Have already fled
You don’t touch me, at least don’t kiss me, I collapse
There is a bullet in the pistol, the roulette always wins
I collapse
from relief

All ages live in your face
the boy, the infant, the old, the strong, young
I watch you bend forwards
But you don’t kiss me
1 out of 6 times you kiss me
Will you happen to kiss me now
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