| I wanna lay by a lake in Norway, I
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| I wanna walk through Swedish fields of green
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| I wanna see the forests of Finland, I
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| I wanna sail on a boat on the Baltic sea
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| I wanna feel a Russian winter, I
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| I wanna go to my Polish grandmother’s home
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| I wanna see Hungarian lanterns, I
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| I wanna walk on a road that leads to Rome
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| I wanna be free as the winds that blow past me
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| Clear as the air that I breathe
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| To be Young as the morning
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| And old as the sea
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| I wanna lose myself in the Scottish Highlands
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| The west coast of Ireland
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| The Cornish breeze
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| I wanna rest my bones in the Spanish sunshine
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| The Italian coastline is calling me
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| To be free as the birds that fly past me
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| Light as the fish in the sea
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| To be wise as the mountains
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| Tall as the trees
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| I wanna be sunny and bright as the sunrise
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| Happy and full as the moon
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| But I’m fleeting like fireworks fading too soon |