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They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them First we take manhattan, then we take berlin I’m guided by a signal in the heavens I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons First we take manhattan, then we take berlin I’d really like to live beside you, baby I love your body and your spirit and your clothes But you see that line there moving through the station? I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you’re worried that I just might win You know the way to stop me, but you don’t have the discipline How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin First we take manhattan, then we take berlin I don’t like your fashion business mister And I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin I don’t like what happened to my sister First we take manhattan, then we take berlin I’d really like to live beside you, baby ... And I thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced every night, now I’m ready First we take manhattan, then we take berlin I am guided Ah remember me, I used to live for music Remember me, I brought your groceries in Well it’s father’s day and everybody’s wounded First we take manhattan, then we take berlin
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