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There's a tremor in the city |
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But it looks so quiet |
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There is something awful brewing |
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But there ain't no fights |
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Beethoven, Beethoven |
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You can read between the lines |
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That there must be more |
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You're alarmed, but you don't know |
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What you're waiting for |
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Beethoven |
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The boots are back in town |
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When ignorance and fear |
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Are closing mouths and ears |
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The skins are on their way |
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When it gets dark in Europe |
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It's just a state of mind |
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The blind leading the blind |
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Beethoven |
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The boots are back |
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There's a scrawling on a tombstone |
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Judenschweine raus! |
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Once again, the racial fury |
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Is burning down the house |
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Beethoven, listen to me, Beethoven |
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There's a bleeding yellow man |
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Lying in the street |
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But there isn't anybody |
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Doing anything |
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Beethoven |
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The boots are back in town... |
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SF Prayer |
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And one grey day shall rise the flood |
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No dikes will stem the heavy tides |
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When cold pierced heavy bodies scream |
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They fall as if the monstrous scythe |
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Of clouds has smashed them from the skies |
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The scattered squadron of mankind |
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Stabs right into the churned up ether |
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Of long forgotten birdless flights |
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Beethoven |
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The boots are back in town... |
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Beethoven |
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The boots are back in town |
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The demons of the past |
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Will be replaced at last |
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There are smarter ones to stay |
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How can you stay away |
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From the order of disgrace |
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How can you close your eyes? |
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Beethoven |
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The boots are back |
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The boots are back |
