| No, we’re gonna do a bunch of new stuff tonight. |
| And, uh… But I’m gonna have
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| to warn you, most of it’s in German. |
| So, I hope you’ve all attended your German
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| classes in high school, because you’re required to take, I think,
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| it’s at least two languages, aren’t you?
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| In high school?
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| Yeah
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| Yes
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| Yes, two languages, and typing. |
| That’s all you need. |
| And you get a high school
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| diploma
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| Is woodshop a language?
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| No, woodshop falls under typing
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| Oh, okay. |
| This next song is called «99 Luftballons»
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| Ah 1, 2, a 1, 2, 3…
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| I first met Millie in art class in high school
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| With her short brown bob, she was better than Bateman’s best
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| I never thought I’d ever see a miracle
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| And who’d have thought it would be in an arcade?
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| Well she moved like an angel
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| And she spoke like a memory
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| And she smoked like a chimney
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| And she completed Dragon’s Lair on just one quarter
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| On just one quarter
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| On just one quarter
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| On just one quarter
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| I called her up, but she wasn’t home
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| I knew she was downstairs, but her dad didn’t like me
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| I never thought I’d see a miracle
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| I called her back in 10 minutes and disguised my voice
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| I spoke like an actor
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| And I moved like a burglar
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| Then I lied like a carpet
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| And I did a phony survey on her whole family
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| On her whole family
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| On her whole family
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| On her whole family
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| Nobody at school knew what I was trying to do
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| But right after art class, I made history
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| 'Cause when you love someone
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| Yeah, and you don’t even know no one
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| She moved like an angel
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| She spoke like a memory
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| Then she moved to Alberta
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| I’m gonna visit her at grandma’s
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| Well, maybe next week
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| Yeah, maybe next week
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| Okay, maybe not next week
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| Maybe never
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| Maybe it doesn’t matter
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| Maybe it never did
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| It didn’t matter at all |