A KIND OF CHRISTMAS CARD MORTEN HARKET
------------------------ by Dan Karlstad
All you folks back home
I ll never tell you this
you re not supposed to know
where your daughter is
there are ways of life
you never understood
it s right here downtown Hollywood
it s afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I´ve got a stolen moment trying hard
to write a kind
a kind of Christmascard
CHORUS
But I---am burning out again
Toni---ght there is fever in my veins
Mama dear all the love you gave
I guess there´s really nothing
nothing much to save
I see this place
It is dirty as I feel myself
There are still som riches at the Roosevelt
That evening prayer those memorise in my little bedroom,
mama, on my knees
That´s i´m at down in Los Angeles
CHORUS
And I---am burning out again
And I---must rise above the shame
Toni---ght there is fever in my veins
Or just think of the girl I used to be
You were my age once mama
Twentythree
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in ´68
It seems it turned into a a winter of hate
CHORUS
And I---am burning out again
It´s time i´d rise above the pain
Toni---ght there is fever in my veins
Toni---ght there is fever in my veins
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