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Once upon a time we came from Denmark to Sweden to settle down |
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It felt bad in the beginning and it just got worse (So much worse) |
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And they were making fun of me and my Danish pronunciation |
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So I started stu-stu-stuttering |
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I tripped over my tongue and I dreamed about Denmark |
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(He dreamed about Denmark) |
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Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark |
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The beautiful streets of Copenhagen |
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And the home of H.C. Andersen |
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A loving and warm hearted theory, but with a terrifying practice |
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I caught the devil in disguise, I could feel the indifference rise |
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I cursed my Swedish class mates, I put a spell on my Swedish teacher |
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She blindfolded her eyes and ears too when they were mocking me |
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I dreamed about Denmark |
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(He dreamed about Denmark) |
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Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark |
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The beautiful streets of Copenhagen |
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And the home of H.C. Andersen |
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We got a new strict teacher after the summer of '84 |
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And all the bullies sat properly and quiet |
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When the teacher came through the door |
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Suddenly I heard myself making this loud and annoying noise |
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And the teacher said "Are you retarded boy?" |
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I said "No, but maybe you are" |
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And I started dream about... |
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(He dreamed about Denmark) |
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Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark |
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The beautiful streets of Copenhagen |
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And the home of H.C. Andersen |
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But I became the untouchable hero |
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And the mocking was history |
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And I got a girlfriend named Jennie |
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And now the crowd were following me |
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And I almost stopped stu-stuttering |
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And the Danish dreams were gone |
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Everything went from black and white to colour |
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But I kept dreaming on about Sweden |
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(He dreamed about Denmark) |
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No, I dreamed about Sweden |
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The beautiful streets of Stockholm |
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And the home of Astrid Lindgren |