Stockholm City Rock Songtext
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Stockholm City Rock Songtext
Non-stop to Stockholm City,
My eyes are tired and my palms are sweaty,
Could you believe I wasn′t born in the city,
I left the other and I don't regret a thing,
Can you feel it rising,
Just like you knew you would,
No use in you disguising,
Just like a young man should,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Non-stop in Stockholm city,
I feel like crying and my fingers are freezing yeah,
I can′t believe I would leave home it was so easy,
And now I just about regret everything,
I can feel it rising,
Just like I knew I would,
No use in me disguising,
Just like a young man should,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Late night is all the time,
And I'm stuck in overdrive,
Hope I don't lose my mind,
Cause I′m stuck on my own,
And I′ve spent all my krohns,
Trying to knock on the door,
That doesn't open or close,
To Stockholm city.
My eyes are tired and my palms are sweaty,
Could you believe I wasn′t born in the city,
I left the other and I don't regret a thing,
Can you feel it rising,
Just like you knew you would,
No use in you disguising,
Just like a young man should,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Non-stop in Stockholm city,
I feel like crying and my fingers are freezing yeah,
I can′t believe I would leave home it was so easy,
And now I just about regret everything,
I can feel it rising,
Just like I knew I would,
No use in me disguising,
Just like a young man should,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city,
Stockholm city rock,
Stockholm city rock,
Late night is all the time,
And I'm stuck in overdrive,
Hope I don't lose my mind,
Cause I′m stuck on my own,
And I′ve spent all my krohns,
Trying to knock on the door,
That doesn't open or close,
To Stockholm city.
Writer(s): Thomas Arthur Rees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com