okay i know that
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most is said about the city of Bergen
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grieg and wessel fish market
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fire and umbrella
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they have probably got most of it
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agree as far as it's just that
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it's a little hard to
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leave that city alone
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before anyone has said no about the stock market cafe
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when the queue clogs
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in front of opera and cafe gallery
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and the music thunders inside
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so no one hears what you are trying to say
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then I shrug lightly
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and pulls down towards the scales again
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the course is steady there is never a queue
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and you will be received
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like an old friend
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give me a table in the bottom corner
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and let me sit in peace
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for the heat is in a way a little warmer
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at the stock exchange cafe
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the name does not disgrace anyone as known
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but still the stock market cafe
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it almost sounds like a forward-thinking person
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had fun calling it just that
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little material value is traded here
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but maybe people have the better time
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no busy yappers stop
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no business tops tapping
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its pint here
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they just skip by
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give me a table in the bottom corner
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and let me sit in peace
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for the beer is in a way a little colder
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at the stock exchange cafe
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okay i know that
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you did not like everything you saw
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the cloth was probably not completely clean
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a couple of the guys were a little well on
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but you know it's going away
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even if you close the island again
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and it is now as it once was
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that there is a lot you forgive an old friend
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give me a table in the bottom corner
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and let me sit in peace
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bans are reached only when you are denied
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at the stock exchange cafe
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give me a table in the bottom corner
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and let me sit in peace
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bans are reached only when you are denied
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at the stock exchange cafe |