It's like someone spilled the beer

Poesi á la Jens Lekman

you stare at the sky, colours reflecting in your eye
could it be, what they call the northern lights
but here and at this time of year
it's like someone spilled the beer all over the atmosphere
it's like someone spilled the beer

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a flock of birds, in the sky
flying south they know this place will die
and I wish they could take me with them
but I would not be accepted
cause I can't dance the funky chicken
I can't dance the funky chicken

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