| When I was a girl I had no time for fun
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| My spacecraft all smashed, still trying to run
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| Her drunken rage. |
| In descent she explodes
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| Just waiting for her to explode
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| So rot in your Zurich cafe
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| Your rotten Zurich cafe
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| If I cannot control you with my demands
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| Then I leave you debased as I relinquish you
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| Her violence came regardless of what I tried
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| Regardless of what I did, she’s lose control anyway
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| It was easier to fuck it up just as soon as I could
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| Then hide in the store room, keep quiet in my escape pod
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| I’m waiting for her to explode
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| So rot in your Zurick cafe
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| Your rotten little Zurich Hauptbahnhof cafe
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| If I can’t have you then I’ll destroy everything we have
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| Cover those bruises wipe up that lip
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| Isn’t that the way it is done?
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| We create our personal version of righteousness
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| Peering from behind your apron. |
| It worked out ok
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| Wonderful wonderful example, I’d say
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| So rot in your Zurick cafe
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| Raise a glass to who I’ve become
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| Your rotten Zurich cafe
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| Three cheers for fears, three cheers for today
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| Your dirty trainstation cafe
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| May the satellites fall and crush us tonight
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| Your rotten Zurich cafe |