| I woke up at midnight from the cry of "Help!"
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| I closed the window and drew the curtains.
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| Some kind of bastard is dreaming until morning.
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| Hey, who's hiding at the end of the corridor?
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| What a nasty thing anyway.
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| Waves of violence, believe it or not:
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| You do not tense up from every knock,
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| I have a fairly strong door.
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| Chorus:
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| Waves of violence! |
| Waves of violence!
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| Waves of violence! |
| Oh-woo-woo-woo!
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| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh
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| On the benches, witches in gypsy shawls,
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| At the counter there is a girl in blue caps.
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| At night, again, they shot somewhere -
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| In the morning, there was again rumors on the bus.
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| We walk barefoot on hot coals,
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| We say thank you to our teachers.
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| A strange summer, a troubled summer,
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| A little uncomfortable without body armor.
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| Chorus:
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| Waves of violence! |
| Waves of violence!
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| Waves of violence! |
| Oh-woo-woo-woo!
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| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh
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| Someone is choking * exom spiritual hunger;
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| And me, I sit and listen to the old blues.
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| I'm sitting naked and drinking Coca-Cola;
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| This summer, all the balls are in my pocket.
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| This summer, all the balls are in my pocket.
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| This summer, all the balls are in my pocket.
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| Chorus:
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| Waves of violence! |
| Waves of violence!
|
| Waves of violence! |
| Oh-woo-woo-woo!
|
| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, mama-mama-mama-mama, ooh-ooh |