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I was bored in a fjord |
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And I curse the heart and soul |
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Of Scandinavia |
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Let the people burn |
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Let their children cry and die |
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In blind asylums |
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But then you came along |
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And you held out your hand |
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And I fell in love with you |
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And Scandinavia |
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I kiss the soil |
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I hug the soil |
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I eat the soil |
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And I praise the God who made you |
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Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia |
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Unprotesting I'll die in Scandinavia |
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Pinned to a crime in Trondheim |
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I despise each syllable In Scandinavia |
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Let the people burn |
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Let their children cry and die |
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In blind asylums |
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But then you came along |
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And you held out your hand |
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And I fell in love with you |
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And Scandinavia |
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I kiss the soil |
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I hug the soil |
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I eat the soil |
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And I praise the God who made you |
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Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia |
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Unprotesting I'll die in Scandinavia |
