Born To Die In Berlin

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Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
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Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
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Standing in the sweet wonderings, breathing the pale moon silver
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Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

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Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
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Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
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Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

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I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching
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I closed my eyes and let myself sleep
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Creeps and dirty bastards demons waiting by my bed
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There's no choice or difference no one seems to notice

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Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
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Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
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Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

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Küss mich jetzt, Mädchen, es ist alles wahr
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Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost, OK
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Der Winter wird wieder kalt werden und Berliner wollen Amerika
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Von Menschen, die sterben unter den weißen Blüten

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Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
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Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
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Maybe I was born to die in Berlin