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We don't think about tomorrow
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Normally gray, but for us cloud-free
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And the squares fill up
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With the monsieurs and the mademoiselles
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Who are carefree
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Time for you, time for me
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Past the Meat House and right by the Rhine
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The howling of the friars
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Who soaked themselves in booze
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Said 'How beautiful, just like us'
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I was just asking myself
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If these houses could talk
What would the stories be?
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And who left them again?
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Who, who brought that magic to this city?
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Is it you and me
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That I roar in the cities and float on the waves
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Full of you, wanna forget the pain
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And time forgets us for a moment
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And we just dive into the night
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But the White Cat is closed
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We'll just stroll on till daylight
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And my hand's right where the palm of your hand is
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After those ten years there's apparently much more left in the barrel
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It's beautiful what roams around in our heads
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At the locals in Rococo
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Who are there too, just like us
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Is it you and me
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That I roar in the cities and float on the waves
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Full of you, wanna forget the pain
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And time forgets us for a moment