| Schopenhauer in Berlin
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| Watched the metropolis collapse to the village
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| It’s a sign of the time that we’re in
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| That we’re thinking along the same line he did
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| Climbed to the top of the bridge
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| Where the white flag was raised in defiance
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| Oh, it’s a truth it’s a loss it’s a win
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| It’s a landslide
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| Well you paid for my flu shot
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| I’m immune, but my heart’s not
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| And I’m cold
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| Well we blink
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| Like the charge on a battery
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| Blinking out together
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| Open question
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| Schopenhauer on the greyhound
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| Drinking drain-o from an open container
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| Saw the wisdom in keeping his gaze fixed on phone lines
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| Schopenhauer spat his teeth out
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| In the hopes that was collectively kinder
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| On a night of drunken karaoke
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| And young tired eyes
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| And we dream
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| We connect
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| In communion
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| Our slurred words spoken backwards
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| The more we sing la la la la la la la la
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| Registration documents
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| Closed our eyes
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| And passed out on the floor
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| If we cling to the cold star
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| Will we freeze together
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| Open question
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| Schopenhauer New York City
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| Was conflicted in his hatred of Hegel
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| But his arrogance conquered his pity
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| And he flew out
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| On the first flight his sister could find him
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| And he slept all the way back to Tegel
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| Where the landing lights threatened to blind him
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| Till they blow out
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| We can’t sleep
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| We got older
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| We were cool
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| Now we’re cold and alone
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| But we sing la la la la la la la la la
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| Will our wild democracy
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| Echo out forever
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| Open question
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| The universal will to survive
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| With the population catalystic lies
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| Please Remember
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| Schopenhauer in Berlin was not a crime
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| He had eyes
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| He had eyes in his right heart |