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In Dusseldorf i met a clown
His nose, it was red
In Gelterkinden i forgot to frown
Then remembered again
In Paris i saw a big fish
Swimming slow in the seine
It made me hopeful that someday our
Water will be breathable again
In Frankfurt i heard ein zwei drei
Counting cookies and no one was shot
In Berlin stopped by the polizei
For drunk driving and everyone smiled
In Prague i knew i’d been a witch
Burnt alive, a pyre of Soviet Kitsch
It made me miss my Moscow mother
It made me miss my New York nothing
In Montpelier i stayed in a chateau
A girl climbed into my bed and she knew no boundaries
And in Amsterdam i got quite crazy
Might have been all the tulips and canals
Or it might have been all that hash, and in
Barcelona - buenos dias, chocolate, le picasso
And in Brussels, clean-cut hostel
And in London, me and the french existentialists
In Corsica i floated away
All the way to Marseilles
I should have held an afterparty
For all the thoughts i didn’t say
In Dusseldorf i met a dwarf
With bad breath and a really good tan
In Gelterkinden i remembered how to laugh
And i never ever forgot it again
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