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In Dsseldorf I met a clown
His nose, it was red
In Gelterkinden I forgot to frown
Then remembered againIn Paris I saw a big fish
Swimming slow in the Seine
It made me hopeful that someday our water
Will be breathable againIn Frankfurt I heard ein zwei drei
Counting cookies and no one was shot
In Berlin stopped by the polizai
For drunk driving and everyone smiledIn Prague I knew Id been a witch
Burnt alive, a pyre of Soviet kitsch
It made me miss my Moscow mother
It made me miss my New York nothingIn Montpelier I stayed in a chteau
A boy climbed into my bed and 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 inBarcelona, buenos dias
Chocolate, le Picasso
And in Brussels, clean-cut hostel
And in London, me and the French existentialistsIn Corsica I floated away
All the way to Marseilles
I should have held an after-party
For all the thoughts I didnt sayIn Dsseldorf 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