| This is our song for Europe
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| I thought we saw the borders fall?
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| Guerre sans Frontiers
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| And it seems nothing changed here at all
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| They’re building a Tower of Babel in Brussels
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| It’s called the Euromisery
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| And once we’re inside they’ll take us for a ride
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| Placing life and death decisions
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| In the hands of politicians
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| Poltroons playing judge and jury
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| Like alcoholics in a brewery
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| Ich verstehe nicht
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| Je ne comprends pas
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| No comprendo
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| I don’t understand
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| This is our anthem of nations
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| Another treaty signed in vain
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| It’s a knockout!
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| Hope falls to the canvas again
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| It’s an uncommon market, we’re all eurosexual
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| I want an E.C. lay
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| And when I’m inside she’ll take me for a ride
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| Passing laws on moral issues
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| Sticky fingers holding tissues
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| Pyromaniacs with fire
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| Who light the fuse and then retire
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| Non capisco
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| No entiendo
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| I don’t understand
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| This is our song for Europe
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| I thought we saw the borders fall?
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| Guerre sans Frontiers
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| And it seems nothing changed here at all
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| A well cultured vulture feathers his nest
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| It’s a chalet near Aix-en-Provence
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| The Porche he drives has been paid for with lives
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| Starve the pure and feed corruption
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| Walk the path to self destruction
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| Open old wounds, turn them septic
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| Save us all from Euro-sceptics
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| Ich verstehe nicht
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| Je ne comprends pas
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| No comprendo
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| I don’t understand
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| This is our anthem of nations
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| Another treaty signed in vain
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| It’s a knockout
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| Hope falls to the canvas again
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| Guerre sans Frontiers!
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| It’s a knockout!
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| Hope falls to the canvas again |