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Whats Wrong
Don't you sing no ding dong
Pushing out the phony
Hook in up the rain away
Motion
Can't you feel the motion
You can see right through me
We can etch a part of me
Take this
Break the ryme and make this
Get up on it Oh Yeah
Close your eyes and fly away
Motion
Can't you feel the motion
You can see right trough me
We can etch a part of me
Get up on this wisconsin death trip
Get up on this wisconsin death trip
Get up on this wisconsin death trip
Get up on this wisconsin death trip
Whats Wrong
Don't you
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Granted passage
Into the finer days
How i got here
I do not know
And if it were all to disappear
I would not know how to return
And all of my old friends
Wat me to stay down down down
With them
I could extend them a hand
But they would only pull it off
In their grasp, in their power
So i find myself
Isolated
Isolated in these fine, fine days
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Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope
Other dudes are living in the ghetto
Born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
Wh
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1.)Märkische Heide, märkischer Sand,
/:Sind des Märkers Freude, sind sein Heimatland.:
Refr.)
Steige hoch, du roter Adler, über Sumpf und Sand,
/:über dunkle Kiefernwälder, heil dir, mein Brandenburger Land.:
Zwischenspiel kurz
2.)
Uralte Eichen, dunkler Buchenhain,
/:Grü-nende Birken umrahmen den Wiesenhain.:
Refr.)
Steige hoch, du roter Adler, über Sumpf und Sand,
über dunkle Kiefernwälder, heil dir, mein Brandenburger Land.
Zwischenspiel
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