Den låten gav ryssningar i hela kroppen
Jag vet inte hur det är med er andra, som hörde Darins låt under melodifestivalen "you're out of my life".
Men jag började tokgråta. Han förmedlade låten med sån känsla.
Kanske för att jag kan relatera till den som den berörde så djupt också.
We had a fight,
you cried and ran away
Now it’s late, 4am, can’t reach you
If I could turn back time and make you stay
Maybe then I would still be near you
You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry
It’s taken me across the universe
You were there when I was hurtful
And suddenly, one day you left this world
Now I’m lost, on my own, it’s over
You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry
Sorry… (Aah, aah, aah)
You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry
You’re out of my life…
(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts)
(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts)
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you I’m sorry
Men jag började tokgråta. Han förmedlade låten med sån känsla.
Kanske för att jag kan relatera till den som den berörde så djupt också.
We had a fight,
you cried and ran away
Now it’s late, 4am, can’t reach you
If I could turn back time and make you stay
Maybe then I would still be near you
You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry
It’s taken me across the universe
You were there when I was hurtful
And suddenly, one day you left this world
Now I’m lost, on my own, it’s over
You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry
Sorry… (Aah, aah, aah)
You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry
You’re out of my life…
(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts)
(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts)
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you I’m sorry
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