| Oh it's nice when my Stockholm is green
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| slowly walk home through town
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| A kiss then you walk slowly again
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| slow a ride through town
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| Oh it's night and in the distance laughter is heard
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| And you go home through town
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| A scent of hay from some lovely archipelago island
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| sneaks quietly next to town
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| Just like your arm so light and so warm
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| feels the summer wind against my cheek
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| And the night stands still, it does not exist
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| a silence a shadow a wind
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| It is so short and it slides quietly away
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| when the thrushes wake up in town
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| It's two o'clock the whole sky is blue
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| slowly we walk through town
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| Slowly, a man is rowing in a boat
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| stops and looks at a swan
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| Everything is quiet and I just kissed
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| slowly we walk through town
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| On the Västerbron in the heavenly rose
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| a tram runs alone and empty
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| All houses paint at night in light
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| secretly the trees are in bloom
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| One million live here
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| say they hear the tone that Stockholm now plays for them
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| They get far from here
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| but Stockholm it is our home
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| Wherever we go, I know Stockholm is ours
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| when we go home through town
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| Here we go with a silent melody
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| alone in the whole town
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| So we stop at the birds' drill
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| we feel a scent of violet
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| And glad we hear a jubilant chorus
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| then a sparkling sun rises
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| Oh it's nice when my Stockholm is green
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| slowly one night then in town
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| A kiss then start walking again
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| slowly walk home through town
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| slowly walk home through town
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| slowly walk home through town |