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You grow to a big town at one time |
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And then your tracks lost line |
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The wartimes draw your heart away |
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To west, north, south, east, everywhere |
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And then they cut you not for fun |
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Since '61 the wound still runs |
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To save the political pride |
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To heat the cold war with you |
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Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye |
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I cannot love, cannot deny |
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You boil too fast til you dry |
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Anytime you're dry |
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Now you are bigger than before |
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But decadence grows in your soul |
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You spit that oil straight on our head |
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The clever get rich, the weak ones mad |
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In streets, in subways goes the race |
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The others come to find their ways |
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These countries where they are from |
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Are poor why are we rich here |
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Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye |
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I cannot love, cannot deny |
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You boil too fast til you dry |
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And I will fly |
