| A Mormon missionary walks through Vasaallén
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| Through a clear-as-crystal Gothenburg morning
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| Removing his suit jacket, loosening his tie
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| Wiping the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes
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| It’s 1997, the last morning of August
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| At the corner of 7-Eleven he hears the broadcast
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| Another saint is lost, Lady Di’s returned to stardust
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| He listens to the tragic news, followed by the Top 10 tunes
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| Will Smith, Puff Daddy, Gala, Chumbawamba
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| On the other side of the street he passes Café Java
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| Where no one listens to that crap
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| Oh, coffee and hair dyed raven black
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| All so sure of everything except one question
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| What’s our mission?
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| What are we here for?
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| Who are we serving?
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| What can we do?
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| What’s our mission?
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| What are we here for?
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| Who are we serving?
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| What can we do?
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| He bumps into a teenage boy leaning 'gainst the fence
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| Who takes his headphones off and introduces himself as Jens
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| Riffling through the Book of Mormon, says it’s way too early in the morning
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| Instead of talking about religion, can we just talk about how it feels?
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| To know your mission
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| To know what you’re here for
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| To know who you’re serving
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| To know what to do
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| To know your mission
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| To know what you’re here for
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| To know who you’re serving
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| To know what to do
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| To have a dream
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| A GPS in your heart
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| A path to follow
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| Through the dark
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| Well, Jens says, «I write songs sometimes
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| But they’re kinda bad
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| So if that doesn’t work out
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| I want to be a social worker just like my dad
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| I just want to listen to people’s stories
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| Hear what they have to say»
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| My friends say, «Just be a shrink then»
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| But I don’t know, I don’t think I’ll have the grades
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| But in a world of mouths
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| I want to be an ear
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| If there’s a purpose to all this
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| Then that’s why God put me here
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| I know what I’m here for
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| I know who I’m serving
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| I’m serving you
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| I’m serving you
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| All, all
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| We have left
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| All, all |