| The summer night is hot as a sauna
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| Meet me down in the corner
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| Jan Lööf and I have painted myself into a corner, my dear
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| And painted there a chorus from the suburbs
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| Too much makeup on someone, hides what she comes from
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| Yes, you can know who you want when you hide
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| But I see through you
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| And you're open all night
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| And the Dixie guy there is completely broke
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| Sitting in the corner begging
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| But the spike on the shoulder has diamonds and jewels
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| And the queen is dying of love
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| The king disappeared and now he is attacking the castle
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| My dear, know that freedom can be the finest thing there is
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| And that even a prince can wait to be kissed
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| To become a frog again
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| And always open throughout the night
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| The moon is being questioned by the police
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| Witnesses saw that it was the last at the crime scene
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| But it holds quietly as guilt
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| When the morning sun flickers out the champagne
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| And the actors run out onto the sidewalk
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| From a broken movie and fighting for the lead role
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| I've left the guard a long time ago, I'm a friend
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| Open all night
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| Lena is 40 and lies awake in bed
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| She knows Godot will never come
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| Still sounds like the balcony door
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| Stay open all night
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| Tell Fernando to keep his jacks
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| Tell the sun to keep its rays
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| A few hours until daybreak
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| Like a bad band, the guitars tune
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| Control those broken chords
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| And always stay open, yes open throughout the night |