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Etape 2 Aujourd´hui Samedi
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I ran from my house that cannot contain me From the man that I cannot keep From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone From my daughter that never sleeps I ran from the noise and the silence From the traffic on the streets
I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair And soaked my shoes and skin Hid my tears, hid my fears I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery And held my breath, and thought about your death I ran to the lake, up into the hills I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I saw the crumbling tombstones All forgotten names I tasted the rain, I tasted my tears I cursed the angels, I tasted my fears And the ground gave way beneath my feet And the earth took me in her arms Leaves covered my face Ants marched across my back Black sky opened up, blinding me I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran to the lakes and up to the hill I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I smelled her burning flesh Her rotting bones Her decay I ran and I ran I'm still running away. Mer girl, Madonna. Samma glänta som igår, samma ljus. Varifrån kommer ljuset när det regnar och är molnigt? Bara där fanns det.
I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair And soaked my shoes and skin Hid my tears, hid my fears I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery And held my breath, and thought about your death I ran to the lake, up into the hills I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I saw the crumbling tombstones All forgotten names I tasted the rain, I tasted my tears I cursed the angels, I tasted my fears And the ground gave way beneath my feet And the earth took me in her arms Leaves covered my face Ants marched across my back Black sky opened up, blinding me I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran to the lakes and up to the hill I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I smelled her burning flesh Her rotting bones Her decay I ran and I ran I'm still running away. Mer girl, Madonna. Samma glänta som igår, samma ljus. Varifrån kommer ljuset när det regnar och är molnigt? Bara där fanns det.
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