| Do you believe in the war?
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| Do you believe in the trust fall?
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| To the laundromat
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| What are we listening for?
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| Why are we standing around here
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| In this ancient laundromat?
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| If you think you know what love is, you don’t
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| I had a Visa, but they took it away
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| I slept all night on my flight to the USA
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| I got deported 'cause my choices were lame
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| But I took it in stride and opened my eyes to the view
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| Of the Atlantic and I made some dumb plans
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| To meet up with friends when I got to the promised land
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| I’d write a letter but my paralyzed hand
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| Lost its grip on the pen that I took to remind me of you
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| You know I do not yet believe
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| You do
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| I faked a pass for the Ukrainian bus
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| I slept through Poland and woke up drunk in Vilnius
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| They kicked me off, yeah, they were ruthless and tough
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| But I took it in stride and opened my eyes to the view
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| Of my flight case covered in snow
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| And a dead laptop shattered on the side of the road
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| I started shivering and got up to go
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| But my paralyzed hand made a fist and punched the liquid air
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| It’s not easy to know
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| It’s not easy to know
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| It’s not easy, no I do not
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| It’s not easy to know
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| It’s not easy to know
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| It’s not easy, no I do not
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| It’s not easy to know
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| It’s not easy to know
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| It’s not easy, but I will
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| I will, I will, I will
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| I laid my face on the deck by your shoes on the S-Bahn
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| Out in Lichtenberg
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| And asked, «Do you still believe in the war?
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| Do you still believe in the trust fall?»
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| If you still think you know what love is
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| You definitely don’t |