| I came from Düsseldorf, chased by the night.
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| You were a vision drenched, in neon light.
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| Longing and my sad eyes caught, your fleeting glance.
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| As chaos on the boulevard, stole our romance.
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| Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger’s diarrhea.
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| Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger’s diarrhea.
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| La connexion… lost.
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| Two. |
| Ships. |
| Passing in the night.
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| You. |
| Shit. |
| Then I ralphed up my fries.
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| But not just any old fries.
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| But French. |
| Fries. |
| Paris.
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| Whispers in foreign tongues, from the shadows.
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| Lead to a path of lies, my false hope chose.
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| Fooled again and yet I search, forever more.
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| My love will last 1,000 years, like this cold war.
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| Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger’s diarrhea
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| Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger’s diarrhea
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| La connexion… lost.
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| Diarrhea. |
| Diarrhea.
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| Some people think it’s gross, but it’s really good on toast.
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| Diarrhea. |
| Diarrhea.
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| Some people think it’s funny, but it’s brown and hot and runny.
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| Shhhh.
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| She said.
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| Shhhh.
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| Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger’s diarrhea.
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| Barf into a toilet, full of the stranger’s diarrhea.
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| Hausgemachter Toilettensalat.
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| Think of the future we lost, the life we will never know.
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| Winter reminds me of you, as does a Sloppy Joe.
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| (Barf into a toilet) Think of the future we lost. |
| (Barf into a toilet) The life
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| we will never know.
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| (Barf into a toilet) Winter reminds me of you (Full of the stranger’s diarrhea).
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| Two ships, passing in the night.
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| You shit, then ralphed up my fries.
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| Two ships, passing in the night.
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| You shit. |
| Panic. |