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I got your letter with the stamp of Godard I'll never open it I know how dead we are The splotches of ink are not tears, they're not blood And hope our K1's not physical love The whole mess could sink me again You stay in Corvisart I'll stay in bed Looks like the CIS has won once again Won once again Smaller and weaker use words to survive Words are not currency when you arrive On overstayed visas and cancelled requests I've got the DIA you've got an arrest The whole mess could sink me again Held up at Kennedy Sent back to DeGaulle Looks like September has won once again Won once again Aus Songtexte Mania