| Release the prisoners, it's ours!
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| Be human 'in his soul, basically want so well
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| Oh never I think it is possible, for social reasons. |
| For social reasons
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| But, happy for me
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| If I were a constable, I would open the key to Frida's gentle command
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| They trot, so wild out they fore
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| And breathed warm air and saw the garb of spring
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| Release the prisoners, it's ours!
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| Be a man 'in his soul, well will!
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| When green nature stands
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| When the night is over, is Frida now part of my reasoning?
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| Fright was seen as a squeezing from the church tower sounded
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| O to the south you see the pillar of smoke rising towards the bottom of the sky
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| It is burning and it is glowing and the fire brigade is making noise for a while
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| Release the prisoners, it's ours!
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| Be a man 'in his soul, well will!
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| When green nature stands
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| O councilor is awake, at the window he shakes for cooling wind
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| In the light from the stake, the daughter stands so pale about the cheek
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| A door begins to thunder, out of the darkness a black-bearded man plunges out
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| "Bring a couple of hundred here, now it's urgent, old man, at least!"
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| Release the prisoners, it's ours!
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| Be a man 'in his soul, well will!
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| When green nature stands
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| With his pockets full of money, he rushes to the door and listens
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| He turns "My pull, row here with a slap kiss!"
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| But the councilor roars so that the blood of the culprit becomes cold as ice
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| O air him tryter, "Rather take my silverware!"
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| Release the prisoners, it's ours!
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| Be human 'in his soul, basically want so well
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| I hesitate, as Frida understands, for social reasons. |
| For social reasons
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| However, happy for me
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| If I were a constable, I would open the key to her gentle commandments
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| But the moment after, I hurried from the city fore
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| O my hands I washed for the consequences of god
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| Release the prisoners, it's ours!
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| Be a man 'in his soul, well will!
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| When green nature stands |