LYRIC

[Verse] I’m strolling around all alone
On the beautiful streets of Stockholm
Reminiscing the time this was home
Familiar Faces, They’ve grown old
A lot on my mind is untold
Letters unwritten, unfold, unsent
Oh I don’t know
It’s all in the past
My sorrow
But my mother, she knows
Stolen away, almost
And now I don’t care for the cold
Cause the summer is green and all gold
I’m at peace
Stockholm

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