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Butch Lowe

I was fourteen
She was twelve
Father traveled- hers as well- Europa
Down the beaches 
Hand in hand
Twelfth of never on the sand
Then war took her away
We swore a vow that day
We'll be the pirate twins again, Europa
Oh my country Europa
I'll stand beside you, Europa
Ta republique...

Nine years after who'd I see on the cover of a magazine? 
Europa
Buy her singles and see all her films
Paste her pictures on my window sill
But that's not quite the same- It isn't. Is it?
Europa my old friend...
We'll be the pirate twins again, Europa
Oh my country Europa
I'll stand beside you, Europa
Ta republique...

Blew in from the hoverport
She was back in London
Pushed past the paperman
Calling her name
She smiled for the camera's
As a bodyguard grabbed me
Then her eyes were gone forever
As they drove her away
We'll be the pirate twins again, Europa
Oh my country Europa
I'll stand beside you, Europa
Ta republique...