| I was fourteen
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| She Was Twelve
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| Father travelled — hers as well
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| Europa
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| Down the beaches
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| Hand in hand
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| Twelfth of never on the sand
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| Then war took her away
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| We swore a vow that day:
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| We’ll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
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| Oh my country, Europa
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| I’ll stand beside you in the rain, Europa
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| Ta republique…
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| Nine years after, who’d I see
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| On the cover of a magazine?
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| Europa
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| Buy her singles and see all her films
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| Paste her pictures on my windowsill
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| But that’s not quite the same — It isn’t, is it?
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| Europa my old friend…
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| We’ll be the Pirate Twins again
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| Europa
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| Oh my country.
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| Europa
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| I’ll walk beside you in the rain
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| Europa
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| Ta republique…
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| Blew in from the hoverport
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| She was back in London
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| Pushed past the papermen
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| Calling her name
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| She smiled for the cameras
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| As a bodyguard grabbed me Then here eyes were gone forever
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| As they drove her away…
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| We’ll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
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| Oh my country, Europa
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| I’ll walk beside you in the rain Europa
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| Ta republique … |