| In Hamburg suburbia
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| With a girl from Serbia
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| With all God’s crystal methedrine
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| And a train to take me back to Berlin
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| All was spoken, all was done
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| And a little swedish lady came along
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| I punched a few more holes in my card living
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| But I forgot about forgiving
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| I might have been to Buda or Pest
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| But not upon your chest
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| The bible was right
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| All rivers turned red
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| And I’m still not in bed
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| The crystal fumes, the soothing song
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| Until another big wave came along
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| The sign on the river bed, that says
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| That everything is dead, everything is dead
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| I tried so hard to make it right
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| With plenty of drink and streetfight
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| The morning always shone anew
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| And somewhere in there were you
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| Now we’re somewhere out on the North Sea
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| On our way back to Germany
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| From Genesis to Exodus
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| From Kamara up to Olympiados
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| From Prenzlauer Berg to Aristotelous square
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| From a Hilton in Paris to anywhere
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| I had to leave it all behind
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| To find some peace of mind
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| The diamond tooth will cut you loose
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| At any time you choose
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| And the demon king
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| Is giving in
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| As soon as his souls stop selling
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| When everything was said and done
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| A little greek beauty came along |