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ALL Too bad we couldn't stay in Moscow, Moscow, it's goodbye. Down with the Emma. V.D., And on with the Effa. B.I. Too bad we couldn't stay in Moscow, Lenin, pardon us, do. Instead of being locked up If we mention our cares, Or sent to far Siberia To become bait for bears. We'll all be sent to Wall Street To become billionaires. Too bad, Too bad, Too good to be true! Aus Songtexte Mania