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"I'm chewing on glass and eating my fingers. I'm not the one who's run out of lies."

A Kind of Deutsch

The war
No weapons in store
We found a knife
Like the others before

Your pain
No doctor's in town
We found a grave
And it's hardly unknown

You're dying
No friends if you like
Funeral party
Political strike

A force
Two nations divorced
Chuchill is bleeding
'Cause we are a kind of Deutsch

We are a kind of Deutsch

Let send the bombers again to Germany

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