The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets
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As I kicked my feet through the snowy world
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And in that land there I held the hand of my Scandinavian Girl
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We stood as part of a bleak facade
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Though the city's heart was still beating
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And for a while there I shared a smile with my Scandinavian Girl
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And I stood there quite surprised
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To see reflected in her eyes
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The very thought I left unsaid as too unwise.
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And so we passed through a world of glass
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And the moment passed and was lost to time
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Time too soon with his broken moon took my Scandinavian Girl
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Scandinavian Girl
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| Al Stewart |
