| I have a picture of you in your underwear
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| The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair
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| You are a lovely person living in Berlin
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| The glittering sunshine hits your perfect skin
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| I watch the sun appearing over Mauerpark
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| You are in Reykjavik in a famous bar
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| You are in Paris at Palais de Tokyo
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| You race your motorbike through streets of snow
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| The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me
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| In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library
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| I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em
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| I’m cyberstalking you with metaphysical realism
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| You drink your coffee at Bonanza Coffee Heroes
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| Your arms and legs destroyed by razors and mosquitos
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| It must amuse you to provoke such jealousy
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| It must be really cool to hide from me
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| The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me
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| In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library
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| I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em
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| I’m cyberstalking you with Metaphysical Realism
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| I love you and of course I’m trying to score
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| What do I think you are, some kind of art world whore?
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| I copy everything your Facebook says you do
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| I am determined to become you
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| I have a picture of you in your underwear
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| The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair
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| You are a lovely person living in Berlin
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| You are a skeleton with perfect skin |