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Can you pass me tha black gold ?
I wanna know how many shirts got sold
I’m gonna beat you in soccer
We bought our juve-shirts in italian footlocker
We saw the real world today
Poor swedes we’re afraid
Left france behind us
Broke some fingers of magnus
Like it or not, I always say that I’d rather go home
Like it or not, this time I never wanted to go home
Ingredients is a big thing
We crown stavanger to king
Wanna se more of moulder
At night the bus is getting colder
We saw the real world today,
Did you know it’s in brussels ?
Now we hope that you’ve missed us
We’ll be home to x-mas
Wanna see you again someday soon, it’d be great
You’re totally o.k.
It’s over now, it’s december
Like a friend once said, it’s times to remember
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