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The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets |
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As I kicked my feet through the snowy world |
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And in that land there |
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I held the hand of my |
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Scandinavian |
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Girl We stood as part of a bleak facade |
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Though the city's heart was still beating |
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And for a while there |
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I shared a smile with my |
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Scandinavian |
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Girl And I stood there quite surprised |
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To see reflected in her eyes |
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The very thought |
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I left unsaid as too unwise. |
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And so we passed through a world of glass |
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And the moment passed and was lost to time |
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Time too soon with his broken moon took my |
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Scandinavian |
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Girl |
