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VERY VERY GREAT SONG !
Sitting at the terminal bar, wasting my spare change
Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston
Fly me 33, 000 feet up above the problems
Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat
With the rest of the late night zombies, singing:Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can doSomewhere on the highway between Hamburg and Cologne
windshield whipers making time with the radio
There ain't nothing more in this world that I could ever need
You just leave last night behind you
And you raise your voice and sing:Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can doHello hangover, how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do -
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Schluss mit dem Gerede
Jede Art von Kompromiss ist Beschiss
Wir lassen's im Chaos ablaufen
Anarchie gibt's nicht zu kaufenWir wollen alles
Uns hält keiner auf
Versucht's einer
Kriegt er was draufKeine Macht für Niemand
Ist mehr als nur'n Spruch
Boykottiert den Staat
Gründe gibt's genugWir wollen alles
Uns hält keiner auf
Versucht's einer
Kriegt er was drauf -
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