| Oh no, God damn
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| I missed the last tram
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| I killed the party again
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| God damn, God damn
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| I want to sleep in my bed
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| I want to clean up my head
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| Don’t want to look this dead
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| Don’t want to feel this dread
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| I killed the party again
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| I ruined it for my friends
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| «Well, you’re so silent, Jens»
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| Well, maybe I am, maybe I am
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| Now at the central station
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| No time for being patient
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| I feel like going home
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| But at the same time, I don’t
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| Black Cab
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| And I’ve heard all those stories
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| About the black cabs and the way they drive
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| That if you take a ride with them
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| You might not come back alive
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| They might be psycho killers
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| But tonight I really don’t care
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| So I say turn up the music
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| Take me home or take me anywhere
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| You don’t know anything
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| So don’t ask me questions
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| You don’t know anything
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| So don’t ask me any questions
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| You don’t know anything
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| So don’t ask me questions
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| Just turn the music up
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| And keep your mouth shut |