| We go far back to the old days when everything was black and white
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| And all mine was yours, and we used our forces on the Resistance
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| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| And it was known to most that the Resistance's parties
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| Was kept behind concrete, a place no one knew about
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| And when there was never a need for an alliance
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| At Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| There was vodka, kalinka, roulette and caviar
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| It was the war seen through the smoke of cigars
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| Yes, we swung in the waltz, that was the whole Resistance
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| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| The roof was blown away and the house was on fire
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| Outside was the war, but inside was singing
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| There were many who were taken by Absolut Vodka
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| There were many who fell for absolute polka
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| Yes, but days turn into years and winter into spring
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| But one thing is as before. |
| I Lyder Sagens 45
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| Has the Resistance had its renaissance
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| At Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| And that was me
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| And there was vodka, kalinka, roulette and caviar
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| It was the war seen through the smoke of cigars
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| Yes, we swung in the waltz, that was the whole Resistance
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| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg |