Dark and quiet... The guitar sounds like rain. Lykke Li is the essence of May and June last year, perhaps also a taste of August... My early summer-walks in the woods. My dressing up with pearls and new makeup. My falling in love with a certain someone. The streets, glistening with summer rain. So beautiful.
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I can't get that trumpet out of my head
can't get that trumpet out of my head
I woke up tonight
can't get that trumpet out of my head
yeah, you say you can't stand me when I'm quiet
so I shot you with my silence
can't get that trumpet out of my head
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