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I'm looking down on Haarlem town

And it's the last time I'm seeing this vista

My tea on your table, untouched

And we're, we're outlined in black like in a comic

I remember it well

We were smiling with fear

The joker was sharpening his knives

He smiled when he aimed for our chests

As I left your room

Sometimes, it was just perfect

Today, we're fucked

Sometimes, it was just perfect

Today, we're fucked