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We were sole survivors

Got out of the wildfire

Still alive

We fell in love with the Island

We lived where the birds fly high

Near the sky

Coming home, home, home

Coming home, home, home

We were old and wiser

I could see me through your eyes

I loved my smile

There was no horizon

All the food was made of light

Don't know why

Coming home, home, home

Coming home, home, home

We raised a kid named Sweden

For her hair was snowy white

Sky blue eyes

She built a boat called Freedom

To sail her to the other side

Into the wild

Coming home, home, home

Coming home, home, home