Answer | % Correct |
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Any more, black shoe | 80%
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You do not do, | 60%
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You do not do | 60%
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Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. | 40%
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I thought every German was you. | 40%
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Ach, du. | 20%
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A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. | 20%
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And a head in the freakish Atlantic | 20%
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And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack | 20%
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And the language obscene | 20%
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And your Aryan eye, bright blue. | 20%
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And your neat mustache | 20%
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An engine, an engine, | 20%
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Are not very pure or true. | 20%
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Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. | 20%
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Big as a Frisco seal | 20%
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Brute heart of a brute like you. | 20%
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But the name of the town is common. | 20%
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Chuffing me off like a Jew. | 20%
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Daddy, I have had to kill you. | 20%
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Every woman adores a Fascist, | 20%
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For thirty years, poor and white, | 20%
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Ghastly statue with one gray toe | 20%
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I began to talk like a Jew. | 20%
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Ich, ich, ich, ich, | 20%
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I could hardly speak. | 20%
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I have always been scared of you, | 20%
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I may be a bit of a Jew. | 20%
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I never could talk to you. | 20%
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In the German tongue, in the Polish town | 20%
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In the picture I have of you, | 20%
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In which I have lived like a foot | 20%
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I think I may well be a Jew. | 20%
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I used to pray to recover you. | 20%
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Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, | 20%
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My Polack friend | 20%
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Not God but a swastika | 20%
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Of wars, wars, wars. | 20%
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Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--- | 20%
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Put your foot, your root, | 20%
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Says there are a dozen or two. | 20%
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Scraped flat by the roller | 20%
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So black no sky could squeak through. | 20%
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So I never could tell where you | 20%
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The boot in the face, the brute | 20%
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The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna | 20%
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The tongue stuck in my jaw. | 20%
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Where it pours bean green over blue | 20%
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With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck | 20%
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With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. | 20%
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You died before I had time--- | 20%
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You stand at the blackboard, daddy, | 20%
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A cleft in your chin instead of your foot | 0%
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A man with a Meinkampf look | 0%
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And a love of the rack and the screw. | 0%
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And drank my blood for a year, | 0%
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And get back, back, back to you. | 0%
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And I said I do, I do. | 0%
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And then I knew what to do. | 0%
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And the villagers never liked you. | 0%
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And they stuck me together with glue. | 0%
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Any less the black man who | 0%
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At twenty I tried to die | 0%
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Bit my pretty heart in two. | 0%
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But no less a devil for that, no not | 0%
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But they pulled me out of the sack, | 0%
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Daddy, you can lie back now. | 0%
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If I've killed one man, I've killed two--- | 0%
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I made a model of you, | 0%
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In the waters off the beautiful Nauset. | 0%
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I thought even the bones would do. | 0%
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It stuck like a barb wire snare. | 0%
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I was ten when they buried you. | 0%
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Seven years, if you want to know. | 0%
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So daddy, I'm finally through. | 0%
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The black telephone's off at the root, | 0%
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There's a stake in your fat black heart | 0%
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The vampire who said he was you | 0%
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The voices just can't worm through. | 0%
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They always knew it was you. | 0%
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They are dancing and stamping on you. | 0%
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