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  • In Düsseldorf 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 polizai
    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 château
    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 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 after-party
    For all the thoughts I didn't say
    In Düsseldorf 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
  • In Düsseldorf 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 polizai
    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 château
    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 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 after-party
    For all the thoughts I didn't say
    In Düsseldorf 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