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The sins of Amsterdam |
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Were still a recent surprise |
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And we were flying over |
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Scandinavian Skies |
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We climbed towards the sun |
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We turned and cursed as one |
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We pulled the shades |
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And closed our eyes |
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The Stockholm city lights |
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Were slowly starting to rise |
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And we were strapped against |
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Those Scandinavian skies |
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The landing gear came down |
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And touched the Swedish ground |
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And we were all so paralyzed |
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On the plane |
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We were mainly sound and lights |
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In the veins |
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We could play the blues all night |
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The tour of Germany |
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Was bleeding into our eyes |
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And we were sailing over |
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Scandinavian skies |
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We had the Midas touch |
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Until we met the Dutch |
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And they exhausted our supplies |
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Who's to pay? |
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For this international flight |
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Who could stay |
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We were only there for the night |
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We watched the power fall |
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Inside the Olso hall |
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While all the cold Norweigians cried |
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Who could say |
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What was left and where was right? |
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By the way |
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I could play the blues all night |