| Once upon a time we came from Denmark to Sweden to settle down
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| It felt bad in the beginning and it just got worse (So much worse)
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| And they were making fun of me and my Danish pronunciation
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| So I started stu-stu-stuttering
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| I tripped over my tongue and I dreamed about Denmark
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| (He dreamed about Denmark)
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| Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark
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| The beautiful streets of Copenhagen
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| And the home of H.C. |
| Andersen
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| A loving and warm hearted theory, but with a terrifying practice
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| I caught the devil in disguise, I could feel the indifference rise
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| I cursed my Swedish class mates, I put a spell on my Swedish teacher
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| She blindfolded her eyes and ears too when they were mocking me
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| I dreamed about Denmark
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| (He dreamed about Denmark)
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| Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark
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| The beautiful streets of Copenhagen
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| And the home of H.C. |
| Andersen
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| We got a new strict teacher after the summer of '84
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| And all the bullies sat properly and quiet
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| When the teacher came through the door
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| Suddenly I heard myself making this loud and annoying noise
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| And the teacher said «Are you retarded boy?»
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| I said «No, but maybe you are»
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| And I started dream about…
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| (He dreamed about Denmark)
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| Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark
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| The beautiful streets of Copenhagen
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| And the home of H.C. |
| Andersen
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| But I became the untouchable hero
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| And the mocking was history
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| And I got a girlfriend named Jennie
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| And now the crowd were following me
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| And I almost stopped stu-stuttering
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| And the Danish dreams were gone
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| Everything went from black and white to colour
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| But I kept dreaming on about Sweden
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| (He dreamed about Denmark)
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| No, I dreamed about Sweden
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| The beautiful streets of Stockholm
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| And the home of Astrid Lindgren |