Wow...hvor er jeg glad for at jeg tog bilen på arbejde idag. Jeg har da aldrig set så meget regn før. Viskerne kunne ikke engang følge med. Et tilfælde at jeg så samtidig hørte Welcome to Paradise, med Green Day? I think not! Der må være noget symbolik i det. Det her er ihvertfald mit Paradis. Regn eller ej. Jeg kunne ikke forestille mig at bo andre steder. Jeg har heller ikke noget imod regnen. Jeg kan godt finde på bare at stå derude og blive våd, hvis det ikke er for koldt. Jeg hader at fryse. Men sådan en lun forårs aften med lidt regn, det er ikke tosset. Jeg kan især godt li duften af vådt græs bagefter. Hvem var det der spurgte om jeg skulle indlægges på den lukkede? Var det dig nede bagved? Jeg kan godt se dig.
Hm...hvor kom jeg fra? Paradis...mit Paradis er her, mangler kun en at dele det med.

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Green Day - Welcome to Paradise.

Dear mother,
Can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks
Since that I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me trembling
Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

Dear mother,
Can you hear me laughing
It's been six whole months since
Since that I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise