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When all of the squats have been turned into gallery spaces |
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And the punks out on the corner, what's that look on their faces? |
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It says; "What do we do, now that all of the yuppies replaced us?" |
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Don't worry my brother there's just one world, |
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But many, many, many places |
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Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter) |
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Please, don't be. My Friend. |
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Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter) |
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Im going back to Mitte Again |
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We've finally reached the point of super saturation |
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Our feat in the water that stands in for a border of light |
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Condemn and construct distrupt and give up then just sit down |
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Don't worry my brother there's just one ocean |
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But many many ways to displace it |
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Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter) |
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Please, don't be. My Friend |
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Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter) |
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Im going back to Mitte Again |
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I made a corporate mess |
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You did a free-lance shit |
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In the cosmic fabric of reality split; |
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Like a brain in two, the left and right |
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The voice of reason, the noise of might |
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Wie cann ich diese veld mit magie koncorllieren? |
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Don't worry my brother, don't worry my sister |
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Don't worry my land locked wayward drifters |
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Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter) |
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Please, don't be. My Friend |
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Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter) |
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Im going back to Mitte Again |
