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Zwei drei vier one two three |
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It's easy to see |
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But it's not that I don't care so |
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'Cause I hear it all the time |
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But they never let you know |
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On the TV and the radio |
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She was young her heart was pure |
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But every night is bright she got |
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She said sugar is sweet |
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She come rappin' to the beat |
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Then I knew that she was hot |
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She was singin' |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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You're in his eye |
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And you'll know why |
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The more you live |
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The faster you will die |
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Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? |
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She said babe you know |
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I miss Jill and Joe |
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And all my funky friends |
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But my street understanding |
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Was just enough to know what she really meant |
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And I got to thinking while she was talking |
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That I know she told the story |
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Of those special places that she goes |
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When she rides with the others in the subway |
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Singin' |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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And if he talks to you |
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And you don't know why |
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You say your life |
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Is gonna make you die... |
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Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? |
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Well, we meet Jill and Joe |
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And brother Herr |
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And the whole cool gang (and oh) |
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They're rappin' here they're rappin' there |
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But she's climbin' on the wall |
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It's a clear case, Herr Kommissar |
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'Cause all the children know |
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They're all slidin' down into the valley |
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They're all slipping on the same snow |
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Hear the children |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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He's got the power |
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And you're so weak |
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And your frustration will not let you speak |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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And if he talks to you |
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Then you'll know why |
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The more you live |
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The faster you will die |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
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Don't turn around, uh oh |
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Der Kommissar's in town, uh oh |
