| How I would like to just tick Ott and give fuck again
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| Five of us in the junk box to Nijmegen
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| Vodka bottles empty, then to the Rotterdammer sea
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| With a sweater as a pillow and lie down
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| Broke but dope, we were (broke but dope)
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| We were stoned in Cologne
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| I used to live upstairs
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| On the 22nd floor, my head hurts
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| We played with fire because that's the only thing that keeps us warm on the block
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| Risk is high, but they love these flows
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| We want Belvedere, no more Seven Oaks!
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| And I love my bros no matter where I am
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| Don't ever let go, I'm one of you!
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| I'm one of you, one of you
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| And we were never like them
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| Never like them, no never
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| I'm one of you, one of you
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| And we were never like them
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| Never like them, no never
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| I want to go to the table tennis table again
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| you are still there
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| As if you were waiting for me there with the mix in the park
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| Go to Splinta and say if you see him on the street corner
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| You and this time, you are the very best team
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| Because we only had a dream
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| This time makes us immortal
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| And just writing this is killing me
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| Those were the hardest years for me
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| Jascha always said: You have heart, they don't
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| And always envied although I had nothing
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| Except for a few butts and parts in my zip bag
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| Nothing but the job on that factory floor
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| Had nothing but a few enemies and my clique
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| I'm one of you, one of you
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| And we were never like them
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| Never like them, no never
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| I'm one of you, one of you
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| And we were never like them
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| Never like them, no never |