| I stood one sleepy Wednesday, yawning
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| I stood one sleepy Wednesday, yawning
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| Elephant
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| The story I'm telling now, it seems unlikely
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| But nonetheless, it is true
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| Because if I just figured it out, it would not matter
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| So believe me I mean it
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| Because that was when I was struggling with a boring job
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| In Fona on Strøget where I put up CDs
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| I'm not going to play smart, the job had benefits
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| But when you are young and stupid, it is so easy to overlook it
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| So I stood one sleepy Wednesday yawning
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| When a little older man came in
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| He looked around like he did not know where to start
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| To find what he wanted to find
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| So when he caught sight of me, yes there he went with certain steps
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| Towards the man he reckoned with could help a little
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| And we were used to people who could not 'find out' anything
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| And got angry when things were sold out or discontinued
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| So I took a service smile on my lips
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| And asked the little man if there was anything I could help with
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| And as usual, he demanded the strangest
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| And wanted his fingers in a Faroese lullaby
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| But he could not remember what it was called or on what record
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| So I searched a bit on the PC even though I did not bother
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| And quickly concluded In my quiet mind
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| I could not help and had to try to get him to slip again
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| I stood one sleepy Wednesday, yawning
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| When a little older man came in
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| He looked around like he did not know where to start
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| To find what he wanted to find
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| As mentioned earlier, the little man was on the lookout
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| After something impossible and I was about two steps
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| From telling him that the record unfortunately
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| Damn it was not something we had in stock
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| But he explained that he had tried in really many stores
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| And knew this place it was his last chance
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| Next thing that happened I would hardly share
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| Because you think I'm blown away and imagined it all
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| Suddenly he began to whine completely quietly
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| For In the background, the song he sought to play began
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| A Danish singer apparently once had
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| Made a cover version of the exact song
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| We had an old-fashioned facility with 10 CDs
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| I have no idea how it ended exactly right there
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| He shed a tear while saying to me
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| His wife was to be buried, a few days later
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| One of the last things she had explained
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| Was that they should hear that song when she was buried
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| And did not know what to say, took out the CD
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| And no one in the store could remember who put it in
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| Found three copies of that album
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| He wiped away the tears while thanking me 70 times
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| And walked away while shaking my head
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| There were so many things I did not feel at all I understood
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| For where the fuck could that song just be played
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| The moment I was about to send him home empty handed
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| The only thing that makes a little sense in the madness
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| Is that we must have gotten some help, from the other side
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| I '' not religious in the traditional sense
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| I only believe that we should love and help each other
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| And that 'no matter what kind of middleman
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| We need to talk to before we move on to the next country |