Norway Page #3

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How about I bestow my

balls on you, instead?

Bite him!

Bite him!

Bite him!

Bite him!

The winter of '84 was

pure hell.

Night after night,

you'd walk in the rain...

praying that the music

would never end.

If I stop dancing, you'd say...

"my heart will stop beating".

Since when do the damned,

wear shiny shoes?

Since when do they

dance under disco balls,

amidst colorful scoundrels...

under neon lights...

amidst the smoke and ruins.

Are you a f***ing vampire...

or are you a poet?

The dead, you say,

don't dance.

Some of them, honey,

even dance under the ground.

"In Norwegian waters,

night after night,"

"people choose eternal life,"

"under the water,

in sub-zero temperature, "

"lazy leaps."

"Norway..."

"Norway..."

"Even if none of us were walking

against your snow white backdrop"

"Even if none of us were walking

against your snow white backdrop"

"Your white backdrop"

"Encrusted in ice..."

"Norway's deepest secrets..."

"melt slowly away...

it'll be a while"

"Cold hearts don't melt,

only the ice around them"

"Cold hearts don't melt,

only the ice around them"

"Norway descends upon the Mediterranean"

"Norway's coming"

"it's near"

"Norway is near you."

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