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Edited by manjalara_01 at 4-2-2025 07:44 PM
Norway
Norway, a-a-ay, a-a-a-a-a-ay
Norway, a-a-ay, a-a-a-a-a-ay
Seven figures lead the hungry mob
The beast, he comes to you
He's a hunter for a lonely heart
In the season of the sun
Don't you know it's true, oh
Norway, a-a-ay, a-a-a-a-a-ay
Norway, a-a-ay, a-a-a-a-a-ay
Where you thinking that you're gonna run to now
With the beating of a tiny heart?
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