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Fatal ist mir das Lumpenpack,
das, um die Herzen zu rühren
den Patriotismus trägt zur Schau
mit allen seinen Geschwüren.
Heinrich Heine
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The lights dim and the chatter dies down
The spinning projector
The only sound
It's a love story and the worry wells up
like the tears in my eyes
Cause you realise what’s running through my head
when the happy endings shimmer on the screen
reminding me of what I whish I said
to make our story turn out differently
I can’t let you see me cry
cause if I do you’ll know why
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Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
My hands are black the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
While someone sings the theme tune to the news
And my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
And that's what triggered this
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here somedays
A high-back chair, he sits and stares
A thousand yards and whistles marching-band
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a massive hand
Disjointed tales that flit between
Short trousers and a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years gone
Like I've known them all my life
Like scattered black & whites
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here somedays
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here somedays
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