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I Dreamt that Diane Kruger Wrecked Three Taxis in Berlin

One cold winter in Germany
Liam Neeson to a conference did go
But a suitcase was lost, he had to rush
Back through the ice and snow
He hailed a plucky Russian cabby
And together they flew like the wind
I dreamt that Diane Kruger wrecked three taxis in Berlin
Out of a coma and out of his mind
Liam sought the ugly truth
So to the plucky cabbie's home he went
To spy, inquire, and sleuth
But soon assassins were at the door
And they were behind the wheel once again
I dreamt that Diane Kruger wrecked three taxis in Berlin
Kidnapped by friends now turned foes
Liam faced a certain death
But the plucky Russian driver stole a cab
And we all held our breath
Metal justice was at hand as rubber tires did spin
I dreamt that Diane Kruger wrecked three taxis in Berlin

provoked by the film, Unknown (2011)

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