When I rode in a trolley across your face with a Swedish man
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I bet that wasn't in your plans for the day
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My, what a strange day (What a strange day)
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For poor little Nietzsche
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Why so forlorn?
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You know we love you, Nietzsche
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And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche
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So let us see you, Nietzsche
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Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche
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Don't be so sneaky
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When he smeared a candy bar across your face with a gloveless hand
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I thought you'd never stop lashing the Swede
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My, what a strange day (What a strange day)
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For poor little Nietzsche
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Why so forlorn?
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You know we love you, Nietzsche
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And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche
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So let us see you, Nietzsche
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Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche
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Don't be so sneaky
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What more could be done on a day like today
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Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key?
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Now I'm gonna tell you something we can do
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If you cut off my head, I'll cut yours off for you
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I'll cut it off for you
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I'll cut it off for you
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I'll cut it off for you
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Poor little Nietzsche
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Why so forlorn?
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You know we love you, Nietzsche
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And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche
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So let us see you, Nietzsche
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Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche
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Don't be so sneaky
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What more could be done on a day like today
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Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key?
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I like the image of us tossing our heads at the Swedish man
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I bet he'd never telephone us again
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Not even to say (Not even to say)
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"My, what a strange day
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For poor little Nietzsche"
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Why so forlorn?
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You know we love you, Nietzsche
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And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche
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Oh, let us see you, Nietzsche
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Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche
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Don't be so sneaky
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My, What A Strange Day With A Swede
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| Of Montreal |
