A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake.

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids.
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
So in love with the wrong world. Låten

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