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Andreas Grube - Clap Hands Lyrics

Sane, sane, they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

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Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window, and the bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

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Steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside of Palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window, and the bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
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Steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside of Palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in a hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat

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