| Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|
| Any more, black shoe | 83%
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| You do not do, | 67%
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| You do not do | 67%
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| Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. | 33%
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| I thought every German was you. | 33%
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| Ach, du. | 17%
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| A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. | 17%
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| And a head in the freakish Atlantic | 17%
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| And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack | 17%
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| And the language obscene | 17%
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| And your Aryan eye, bright blue. | 17%
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| And your neat mustache | 17%
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| An engine, an engine, | 17%
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| Are not very pure or true. | 17%
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| Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. | 17%
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| Big as a Frisco seal | 17%
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| Brute heart of a brute like you. | 17%
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| But the name of the town is common. | 17%
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| Chuffing me off like a Jew. | 17%
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| Daddy, I have had to kill you. | 17%
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| Every woman adores a Fascist, | 17%
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| For thirty years, poor and white, | 17%
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| Ghastly statue with one gray toe | 17%
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| I began to talk like a Jew. | 17%
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| Ich, ich, ich, ich, | 17%
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| I could hardly speak. | 17%
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| I have always been scared of you, | 17%
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| I may be a bit of a Jew. | 17%
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| I never could talk to you. | 17%
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| In the German tongue, in the Polish town | 17%
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| In the picture I have of you, | 17%
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| In which I have lived like a foot | 17%
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| I think I may well be a Jew. | 17%
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| I used to pray to recover you. | 17%
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| Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, | 17%
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| My Polack friend | 17%
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| Not God but a swastika | 17%
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| Of wars, wars, wars. | 17%
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| Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--- | 17%
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| Put your foot, your root, | 17%
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| Says there are a dozen or two. | 17%
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| Scraped flat by the roller | 17%
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| So black no sky could squeak through. | 17%
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| So I never could tell where you | 17%
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| The boot in the face, the brute | 17%
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| The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna | 17%
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| The tongue stuck in my jaw. | 17%
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| Where it pours bean green over blue | 17%
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| With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck | 17%
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| With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. | 17%
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| You died before I had time--- | 17%
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| You stand at the blackboard, daddy, | 17%
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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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