| When all of the squats have been turned into gallery spaces
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| And the punks out on the corner, what’s that look on their faces?
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| It says; |
| «What do we do, now that all of the yuppies replaced us?»
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| Don’t worry my brother there’s just one world
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| But many, many, many places
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| Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
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| Please, don’t be. |
| My Friend
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| Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
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| Im going back to Mitte Again
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| We’ve finally reached the point of super saturation
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| Our feat in the water that stands in for a border of light
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| Condemn and construct distrupt and give up then just sit down
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| Don’t worry my brother there’s just one ocean
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| But many many ways to displace it
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| Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
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| Please, don’t be. |
| My Friend
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| Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
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| Im going back to Mitte Again
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| I made a corporate mess
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| You did a free-lance shit
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| In the cosmic fabric of reality split;
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| Like a brain in two, the left and right
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| The voice of reason, the noise of might
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| Wie cann ich diese veld mit magie koncorllieren?
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| Don’t worry my brother, don’t worry my sister
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| Don’t worry my land locked wayward drifters
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| Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
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| Please, don’t be. |
| My Friend
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| Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
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| Im going back to Mitte Again |