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You like our songs,
Our sound is sweet,
"10 Places" is right up your street.
The noise we make,
And our mistakes,
All out of time but still complete.
And you wanted me to,
Write another new tune.
Like all the others,
"Something just for us,"
Or "something just for me."
You get Americans as "friends,"
And the messages they send,
Beggar belief,
An aperitif,
For a meal you'll never eat.
She wanted me to,
Say some things that were,
Terribly rude.
To take her somewhere,
When she was quite bare,
She's thrilled that someone seems,
Seems to care.
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Union Berlin Ultras
02:23
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Weekend in Berlin, a plane to The East,
Not Barcelona, not Milan and not Nice.
The voting system's rigged, procedurally fixed,
I wanted Paris, the reaction was mixed.
Going where we want to,
Running round the streets,
In the snow because we want to.
I've got someone to meet, a house in the woods,
Don't know a single face in this neighbourhood.
The moon in Kreuzberg shines silver and blue,
Don't know who's waiting, who's waiting for you.
Going where we want to,
Running round the streets,
In the snow because we want to.
Eisern!
As all over town, the snow's falling down.
But we're looking round for those holes in the ground.
Train from the TV tower to the edge of town,
Far from the lime trees with the snow on the ground.
The Abseitsfalle lights. The grounds by the sea.
Dark crystal nights alone on the street.
Going where we want to,
Running round the streets,
In the snow because we want to.
Eisern!
All over town, the snow's falling down.
But we're looking round for those holes in the ground.
The path leads to the trees,
It worries me it seems,
Unsafe, not great,
Waiting to take us to the woods.
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Stephen take your medication,
Please stay in make good decisions.
Don't go out if that upsets you,
Don't go back there,
If that's what you want to do.
But the lights lead the way,
Back to your old school.
Back to the hated and the cruel.
Remember what we have told you,
About the bad things that you can do.
They are not necessary,
In fact they are,
Really quite scary.
All the bad things,
That you thought through,
Are all about to come true.
Stephen, where are you going?
Stephen, where are you going?
Stephen stay home.
Stephen, where are you going?
Stephen, where are you going?
Stephen stay home.
Stephen, where are you going?
Stephen, where are you going?
Stephen stay home.
Stephen stay home.
Stephen stay home.
Stephen stay home.
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