Liedtitel | Textausschnitt | % Korrekt |
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American Idiot | Well maybe I'm the faggot America I'm not a part of a redneck agenda Now, everybody into the propaganda And sing along to the age of paranoia | 86%
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Boulevard of Broken Dreams | My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then, I walk alone | 82%
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Basket Case | Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think, I'm cracking up | 68%
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21 Guns | Your faith walks on broken glass And the hangover doesn't pass Nothing's ever built to last You're in ruins | 62%
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Jesus of Suburbia | And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me | 22%
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Minority | I pledge allegiance to the underworld One nation under dog, there of which I stand alone A face in the crowd, unsung against the mold Without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know | 17%
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Bang Bang | I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen It's my private movie (Holy War!) Oh, baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta For this is love, or it's World War Zero! | 14%
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21st Century Breakdown | I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood Video games through the towers' fall Homeland security could kill us all | 13%
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Revolution Radio | Rise! Of the slums to the obsolete The dawn of the new airwaves For the anti-social media | 13%
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Lazy Bones | I'm too tired to be bored, I'm too bored to be tired And the silence is so deafening, it's like picking at a sore I'm too mental to go crazy, I'm too drunk to be pure And my mind is playing tricks on me, and I can't sleep tonight | 6%
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Murder City | I'm wide awake after the riot
This demonstration of our anguish
This empty laughter has no reason
Like a bottle of your favorite poison | 6%
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99 Revolutions | We live in troubled times From the ghettos to an empty suburban home We live in troubled times And I'm 99 percent sure that something's wrong, it's all wrong | 4%
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Carpe Diem | A blink of an eye, barely scraping by Dominated by passersbys Feeling out of luck when the traffic's stuck And you're feeling so left behind | 3%
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Father of All ... | I got paranoia, baby And it's so hysterical Crackin' up under the pressure Looking for a miracle | 1%
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Graffitia | Are we the last forgotten? Are we the long lost love? Are we the last forgotten? Are we the long lost love? | 1%
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