| Like a walking dog shifting by the flow
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| Easy slider wants to blow in Budapest
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| This endless feeling follows ghostly
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| And vicious as a plague you know where we are now?
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| In Budapest
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| A chest with no breath creeping through a darkness
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| An iced game of chess melting in Budapest
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| Building a gambling house in my head
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| Near the castle a cold hunter lays
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| In Budapest
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| Now, watch out
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| It’s coming on
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| Tokaj running in my veins
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| What was soaking is now croaking in Budapest
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| Sniper holes across partitions of my soul
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| Street cars tearing up the skies of Budapest
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| Travestied gods, Transylvanian guns
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| I do hear and see surely I should run far from Budapest
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| Cave-accordions, they taste my flesh
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| And in fast motion, men are mean, mean, mean, mean and mesh
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| In Budapest
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| I may have a few contacts but no peace I could find
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| And the burning synagogues are lighting up all
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| Of Budapest
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| Paranoid express through excess and excess
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| Here I am just a guest who doesn’t need to be blessed
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| In Budapest
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| Now, watch out
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| It’s coming on
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| Paranoid express, take a, take a, take a deep breath
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| I don’t wanna be blessed
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| I don’t wanna be blessed
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| Suicide lust and no one is really to trust
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| I am the hider, the midnight rider
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| Hider, the midnight rider |