my hands shake,
and they long to be held in the
There's a good chance we won't make it to the
(Operator, get me the President of the world. This is
We get our nerves of steel
When the balaclavas go on
We're
I got a place in the Arctic Circle
I've got a
You've been famous since your birth
And a silent one it
We've got our tracks covered
Thanks to your older brother
It's not
I'm drowning in your spider soul
They gave me hope to
Another stone rolls over
The republic is just one more
You know you should
'Cause it's been a while
Every Swede in
A toast to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling
Oh, give us your vote
Give us your vote
If you know
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