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Alright we're going to go back |
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To 1940 |
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No money |
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And i live in berlin |
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I think i'll join up |
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Become a camp guard |
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No war for me |
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An old jew's face dripping red |
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I hate the prisoners |
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I hate the officers |
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There's no fight |
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I think i'll join, |
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The red rose, |
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Leave belsen |
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I'll go to switzerland |
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A human resistor |
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Don't think, ask him |
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Present : |
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I don't like them |
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Said ian |
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In his black-out threats |
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I think i'll drop out |
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Become a no-man |
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And live my rules |
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But i'm the sort that gets |
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Out of the bath with a dirty face |
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Everyone i meet's the same now |
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No brains or thought |
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A good case for the systems we like - we get |
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Human race |
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Various times |
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Don't think, ask him |
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Future: |
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1980 |
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Black windows |
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And smokey holes |
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My head is full of lead |
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And the beer is so weak |
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Since they got rid of time around here |
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Dr. doom fresh from salem |
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And the witch trials |
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The lathe of heaven |
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Time mistaken |
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Three places at once |
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Human race |
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Don't think, ask him |
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Ask him |
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Ask him |
