It\'s over
It’s all slipping away

I said some things I shouldn’t have,
a reaction way to harsh
to the facts that now stare me in the face.

When I left you I was nearly in tears,
cause you had confirmed my worst fears
that after we were both set free
I had lost a part of you and a part of me.

I felt I didn’t know you anymore
and partially it was right,
but I had no right to call you a whore,
it was an unfair fight.
 
Birta Jónsdóttir
1982 - ...
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Þorri
Þú breyttir mér
Mamma
Annar júní
Ég man
Sólin mín
Svo fjarlægur
Dear friend
Thanks
Takk fyrir engilinn minn
Bangsi
hann á afmæli í dag....
án titils
I\\\'ll remain yours
It\'s over
Let go of everything
All I ask of you
Kella
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Synd
kallinn minn
Ilmurinn þinn
Í húmi hjartans
Ljósið mitt
Nafnlaust ljóð
Fyrirgefðu Guð
Ég þakka þér
Dagur án nætur
Freisting
7 weeks
You
No more regrets
enginn titill
Þú
Lystarstol
Þú um þig frá þér til þín
Thank you for it all
Loforð
farinn
Á dögum sem þessum
Meira um þig
Jesú
Bestur
þú færir mér betri morgundag
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ljod2
þú og ég
Blame me
Mamma mín
Til afa