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I've been gone gone for so long
Now I'm back back in Oslo
And she's the one who made me return
To the blue and the green and the tempted(?) city in between.

Oh, she calls me late at night, that's not my name
And when she calls me in the morning, well, I'm too afraid to pick up the phone.

So I get on the metro and cross the city underground
Climb the frozen escalators and run through the streets without a sound, homeward bound.

So let's go out tonight
Let's hit the financial district
Scan your barcode by the door
In this desert of consultancy
And turn your head away when she passes you by
And act surprised when she pats on your back.

Oh, she calls me in the morning from the bathroom
And then she calls me late at night but I'm too afraid to pick up the phone.

And I get on the metro and cross the city underground
Climb the frozen escalators and run through the streets without a sound, homeward bound.

I've been gone, gone for so long
Now I'm back, back in Oslo.

And I get on the metro, cross the city underground
Climb the frozen escalators and run through the streets without a sound, homeward bound.