| I’m reading Céline at the end of a dream
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| I don’t even like his stuff
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| Making my way with the fleas and the strays
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| On the 5AM Nachtbus
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| A guy seizing up, a woman in tears
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| The driver hands me a beer
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| I listen to jeers I don’t understand
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| Just watching the city go by
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| Too late to go out, too early to stop
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| I like the alcoholic bars
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| The drunks and the pervs will inherit the earth
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| While the junkies are walking their dogs
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| There’s a rosary chain of brunette girls
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| Searching for pearls and for swine
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| Focus hard enough on the burning streets
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| You’re bound to have a good time
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| I feel evil
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| I feel lust
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| I feel there’s nobody
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| That I can trust
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| End of the line, I’m in no rush
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| It’s 5AM on the Nachtbus
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| Thinking of girls, so many girls
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| I’m always a little confused
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| There’s one with a terrible laugh
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| And there’s that one with too many tattoos
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| There’s one who’s always mad at her dad
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| And I think I love her the best
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| I’m too old and she’s too young
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| But she always answers my texts
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| I feel evil
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| I feel lust
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| I feel there’s nobody
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| That I can trust
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| End of the line, I’m in no rush
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| It’s 5AM on the Nachtbus
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| I’m eating sorbet with Kurt Cobain
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| Discussing the pitfalls of fame
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| They’ll make you a king before they blow you away
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| Cuz death is the name of the game
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| So it’s ticket to ride if you wanna die
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| Kurt, you know I don’t like to pay
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| Take my advice, take in the sights
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| Before they drag you away
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| Before they drag you away
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| Before they drag you a. |
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