| Einar
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| The diesel is so nice
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| I just need something!
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| Björk
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| The barometer is falling down, I feel so sultry
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| Something is simmering and boiling inside me
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| If I ignore it and squeeze out laughter
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| I charge up with a typhoon, hurricanes and storms
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| Einar
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| I just need the diesel, I just find the smell
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| I just sniff it and I can feel the harbour just close by
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| I just try to sniff the diesel but I can’t, I just can’t get enough
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| Björk
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| There’s danger, danger!
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| A tide with an undertow, the sea is swelling
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| Impatience makes me foam
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| A wave inside me forces out big words
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| They splash and sprinkle
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| Angry torrent breaking loose, a flush of rushing joy
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| Einar
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| The diesel, just makes me feel
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| It just fills my veins
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| I don’t know why
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| It just does
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| The diesel is so…
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| Björk
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| It shouldn’t gush out
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| Einar
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| It just fills me up
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| Björk
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| Don’t want it to be fussy
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| Einar
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| I can’t have a cigarette
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| Björk
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| It shouldn’t gush out
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| Einar
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| It just fills me up
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| If i have a cigarette, it would make me go boom!
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| Björk
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| And I can’t help it, I’m exploding again
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| I’m calling weather station Nomad
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| And satellite Nimbus
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| It’s a blizzard inside me, a bomb ticking!
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| This is the tidal wave
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| Einar
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| The diesel!
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| Björk
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| Here comes the tidal wave, ho-ho!
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| Einar
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| The diesel!
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| Björk
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| This is the tidal wave
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| Einar
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| The diesel!
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| Björk
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| Here comes the tidal wave
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| Einar
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| The diesel is just so nice |