After another production of a€œThe Flying Dutchmana€?
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I landed in Berlin
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Thinking over it over it how can I get over it
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And wonder what state I'm in
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Sissi was the anarchist empress of Austria
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And I was in the same state that she was in
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Thinking over it over it how can I get over it
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And where the hell's that fan
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After another induction to the hall of famine
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I closed the magazine
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Thinking over and over it how can I get over it
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And be German and mean
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Jenny was a pirate and Jane was beheaded and Nina was a sweet nymphomaniac
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And with them in my corner I'm sure that it's a tall order
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To find that perfect man
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I'm doing all that I can
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Trying to make all the roses bloom in unison
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Say I'm gonna blow you away
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Making all of the roses bloom so step away
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Making all of the roses bloom
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After another unveiling of the bright red herring
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I walked down Rufus Street
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Thinking over it over it how can I get over it
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And where in the world will I meet
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That literary, lean, stripe suited lover
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I've read about all of my life
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Which I fear is a ruse and explains
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All the walks through all the parks of Europe
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And why I never will tell you a€œI love youa€?
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And why there is just but
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A vision of perfect man
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I'm doing all that I can
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Making all of the roses bloom in unison
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Say I'm gonna blow you away
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Making all of the roses bloom so step away
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And be dazzled
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Making all of the roses bloom
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Perfect Man
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| Rufus Wainwright |
