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"Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets."
 
Backstreets av Bruce Springsteen
 
 (Foto: Stu Larsen.)

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Well the air is cold,
and yonder lies my sleeping soul,
by the branches broke like bones,
this weakened tree no longer holds,
 
But the night is still,
and I have not yet lost my will,
and so I will keep on moving 'till,
'till I find my way home.
 
When I need to get home
you're my guiding light.
You're my guiding light.
 
Guiding light by Foy Vance
 

Guiding light

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 "In an old house on a hillside
Next to the sea
Far from the madness, that folds around me
Peaceful and gentle, like sails on the breeze

 

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea

There’s a warm light on a cold night

And clean cotton sheets

Soap smelling skin and tingling feet

With stars lining the skyline

And shine through the trees

 

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea.."

 

House on a hill by Mike Rosenberg

 

 

House on a hill..

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"black tree, remember me, from the time when we used to talk
how strange, things have changed, i don’t know you anymore
but you stay the same, that’s why i came, i need your clarity
cos i find peace as i sit beneath your familiarity
 
black tree, remember me, i’m the one who moved away
yeah i know, i’ve grown so much since yesterday
and it’s been so long, that it feels wrong, to ask anything of you
but i’m more lost, than i ever was, and i need to know your truth"
 
Black Tree by Stu Larsen
 
 

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The girls taking pictures of themselves all night.
And they stick them up on every social media site,
to prove to themselves they've had the time of their life.
It's a sad old world.
 
And males chase tales 'round beauty queens.
Like Japanese around a karaoke machine.
We've all got tattoos but we don't know what they mean.
It's a sad life.
 
Nothing ever changes, but everything will.
We're just a little older, with a little less time to kill.
We spend all our life running, but we're standing still.
 
We've been dying since the day we were born.
 
Sad old fucking life by Passenger
 
 

life.

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"I could have told her I adored her,
she could have said she felt the same way.
But we just smiled,
because sometimes words aren't the right words to say."
 
Words by Passenger
 

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I've got open eyes and an open door. But I don't know what I'm searching for.
I should know by now.
See, I've got a big old heart this I know for sure. But I don't know what to use it for.
I should know by now.
You see I wait in line so I can wait some more, 'til I can't remember what I came here for.
But I can't leave now. 'Cause I have a light that shines and a love so pure,
but i don't know what my love is for. I should know by now.
 
It's hard to find a reason when all you have is doubt.
Hard to see inside yourself when you can't see your way out.
Hard to find the answer when the question won't come out.
 
Everyone's filling me up with noise. I don't know what they're talking about.
See, all I need is a whisper in a world that only shouts.
 
Whisper by Mike Rosenberg
 
Hjärtformad sten som jag fick av Sebbe och Oscar när vi var i Georgien 2007.

Whisper