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Lyrics
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waiting for you in a pink room
this is your bed and this is your home
your mama said stay here
if you want
some pictures of well known people
some clothes you use to wear
feeling your smell in every corner
and over there
your pot of norwegian sand
laying in bed i can imagine
all of these dreams when you were a child
now it’s the time to discover
now it’s the time to be wild
and this is you on an ice beach
feeling the wind on your arms
this is the land where you’re coming
this is the run
for a pot of norwegian sand
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now it’s you coming upstairs
this is you at the end
open the door and look at me
with a smile to stay
closing the lock while coming
i’m a puppet in your hands
and the afternoon is turning dark
far away
like a pot of norwegian sand
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