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von Comadre

Here comes that bastard
Somehow so much better than us
Give him a museum
And he will fill it up

And I will fill it, fill it
And I will fill it

The streets of Paris
The halls of Spain
Get them in a museum
Full of its little things

And I will fill it, fill it
And I will fill it


Oh, the moon is gone
Oh, the moon is through
I just don′t know who gives a shit

Give me a museum
And I will fill it, fill it
Give me a museum
And I will fill it, fill it
Give me a museum
Give me a museum
Give me a museum
And I will fill it

And I will fill it, fill it
And I will fill it
And I will fill it, fill it
And I will fill it up