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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Camper Van Beethoven -  Tania
 Oh, my beloved tania
 
 How I long to see your face
 
 Photographed in fifteen second intervals
 
 In a bank in san leandro
 
 A polaroid of you, cinque
 
 With a seven-headed dragon
 
 In a house in daly city
 
 Dont be sad, my beloved tania
 
 They say your father never liked stephen weed anyway
 
 Hired a detective
 
 To follow him around
 
 Oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart
 
 I can see your newsprint face turn yellow in the gutter
 
 It makes me sad
 
 How I long for the days when you came to liberate us from boredom
 
 From driving around from five to seven in the evening
 
 My beloved tania,
 
 We carry your gun deep within our hearts
 
 For no better reason than our lives have no meaning
 
 And we want to be on television
 
 
    
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