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Oh Silvia, I was dancing to Michael Jackson |
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Oh Silvia, when I heard your German accent |
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Oh Silvia, and I went down on my knees for her majesty |
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Your royal highness is that how you shall be adressed |
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Oh her highness, I'm always at your service |
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Oh her highness, will you listen when I now confess |
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I've been hurting again, a cold black diamond |
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The same kind of pain that I had when I was seven |
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Do you remember when I shook your hand |
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Oh Silvia, I took my bike to the cemetery |
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Oh Silvia, and I claimed my territory |
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Oh Silvia, smoked a cigarette, blew smoke rings in the face of death |
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And this town will be cold when it gets hit by a comet |
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by the harb we found a boat with your name written on it |
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and I had blood in my mouth when I spit |
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Oh Silvia |
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Oh her highness, I heard you say in some interview |
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that feminism was something that didn't suit you |
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a lack of interest perhaps, or maybe you're just stupid and inbreed |
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But I still remember when I saw you as a godness |
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Your picture on my wall so gentle and modest |
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Do you see these tears in my face |
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I thought we had a deal |
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that the one who falls from grace |
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would be the one to kneel |
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Now it's just you and me, Silvia |
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Don't shed no useless tears |
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Oh Silvia, no one will care in a hundred years |
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No one will ever forget your name |
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they'll look after your grave |
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but it's not the same, you say |
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Now it's just you and me, Silvia |
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It's just you and me |
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It's just you and me |
