Linnéa's liv i New York.

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine

Did I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?

A fine frenzy - almost lover, jag kan lyssna tusen ganger pa denna laten.... trottnar aldrig! Kanske beror pa att jag tanker pa en viss person och alla minnen bade dom bra och daliga kommer tillbaka.