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Jag gick hem i regnet med Future islands i öronen. Samuel Harring sjunger "You look like you wanted home. Far from God, and close to none". Helt ensam stod jag på kyrkogården, skreksjöng, lät ilskan och smärtan släppa taget och jag skrattade. Jag var så nära döden den gången. Jag var levande på riktigt.

You look like you wanted home

Far from God, and close to none

I've been waiting for the sun

To wash away those powdered eyes

And I've been wanting to hear a voice

But not a word from, Madeleine

I've been trying

To get back to you

For some time

Darling, I was simply blind

How the mountains play tricks on our eyes

The sea has saved

The life you made

The white of waves

The truth of waves

I've been waiting for the sun

To wash away those marble eyes

And I've been wanting to hear a voice

But not a word from

You look like you wanted home

And now that I've found you

You're not alone because you know me

And I know you, you know me

And I know you

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