It was a moment for the books
The calendar looked just like the novels
We had only skimmed through
So I circled out the dates that I'll skillfully waste
For now that's gonna have to do
It was on the brightest summer day after we swam in the lake
That you told me our luck is gonna end
So we better be concerned we're where the subway turns
We need a camera and some cash to spend
And our picturesque blame we'll put it in ikea frames
Up on the wall it looks profound
And reminds us that Oslo is a small, small town
So it's night and we dive into a basement that's alive
With stupidity that melts into pairs
But your good intent was clear when you split and left me here
To regret all of my high horse upstairs
And with the way I said goodbye I could have ruined everything
But I'll be seeing you around because Oslo is a small, small town
I'm keeping myself calm
If just for the sake of staying warm
So with my eyes fixed on the ground I admitted Oslo is a small, small, town
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Lyrics by The Little Hands of Asphalt
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