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Parents Livingroom

How you choose your words, that's where I judge you, darling

Where the attention comes from depends on how much I care

And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents' livingroomI remember those years, they're hard not to remember

And all the things you wrote then, I know them word by word

I don't remember playing your piano in your parents' livingroomOh, so they say, Oh, shut up, will you?

It's so strange how much in life that changes you

And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents' livingroomAnd a smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again

And I, I don't know how to take it and you, you don't know how to spell it

Yes, you don't know how to spell itThere's so much we need to say, there's so much to understand

On my way home in the car you held my hand

And I do remember sleeping in your house on the floor

With the dust in my eyeOh, so they say, Oh, shut up, will you?

There are so many secrets and I'm telling this one to you

Turning back all the clocks and the memories from your parents' livingroomAnd a smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again

And you, you just know how to spell it

And I, I don't know how to take it

Songwriters

Adam Bengt Waldemar OleniusPublished by

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