Björk
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Riding on my bicycle
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I saw a motorcrash
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A proper motorcrash
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Lots of spectators
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I rushed to the center
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Saw the injured parents
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Cuts on the children
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An awful motorcrash
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So dangerous motorcrash
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So terribly bloody
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Motorcrash
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Destructive motorcrash
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I took the mother
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Sneaked with her secretly
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All the way to my home
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And nursed her gently
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I put on her bandages, gave her
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Milk and biscuits
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She sighed pleasantly after this
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Awful motorcrash
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So dangerous, dangerous
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Motorcrash
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Motrocrash
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Destructive motorcrash
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Einar
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That girl on that bicycle
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Showed great interest
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In all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood
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She look quite innocent
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Björk
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Then we disguised ourselves
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Took a taxi to her home
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When her husband answered the door
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She introduced herself
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He said "Where have you been all this time?"
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Einar
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Believe you-me
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I know what inoccent looks like
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She showed great interest
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After she got that bicycle
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Motorcrash
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Sugarcubes |