| It’s time to rebuilding Dresden, the great machines come a-rumbling in
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| The desecration of the ruins and everything that might have been
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| You showed me the square in the melting snow
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| As the light was beginning to fade
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| But your melancholy eyes betrayed you
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| Just as you have been betrayed
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| I get culture shock coming back to the west — I can feel the wicked sting
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| I see the stores all glittering like idiot’s gold beckoning the innocents in
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| The constructed face of a civilised world, complete cosmetic control
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| But it’s not far back to the caves and the trees
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| And soon it will be time to go
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| Freedom? |
| I don’t hear any more songs of freedom
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| 121st street and rising the western dream aspires
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| The crack kings like to drive German cars and there’s children up for sale
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| The streets are left scorched and barren
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| There’s twenty-seven channels on the cable television
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| Get gang murder hype from Tinseltown to sell a movie about Malcolm X
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| But freedom? |
| I don’t hear any more songs of freedom
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| So pinned down and what do we get?
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| A longer piece of rope for our cute little necks
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| Sweet liberty and her faithlessness
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| Freedom? |
| I don’t hear any more songs of freedom |