Jens Lekman performing live in 2007.
When I was sixteen I hung out with the kids who lacked it
The kind of punks that were born in leather jackets
The kind of punks who placed themselves in brackets
And she was one of them, back then she was somebody's girlfriend
And I was noone, I had nothing
And the skies, were clear blue skies
And her eyes, were clear blue eyes
And her thighs, were about the same size as mine
And we were walking in the anti war demonstration
It was a sweet sensation of love
Saturday, December 06, 2008
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