| I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychotic
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| And empty out, empty out my pockets
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| I see Charlie over there, flirt with him, toss my hair
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| Must be some, must be something in the air
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| Parting is such sweet sorrow, I’ll wake up tomorrow
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| I know I’m gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning
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| East side west side, all that could have been
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| Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be back again
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| I’m in my motel «meditating,» it gets me so intoxicated
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| I can’t stop, I can’t stop now
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| Champagne on ice, I pop the cork
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| My bags are packed and by the door, what the hell am I leaving for?
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| Parting is such sweet sorrow, I’ll wake up tomorrow
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| I know I’m gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning
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| East side west side, all that could have been
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| Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be back again
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| I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychotic
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| And empty out empty out my pockets
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| Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning
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| East side west side, all that could have been
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| Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be back again
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| 'Cause I’ll be I’ll be I’ll be back again, 'cause I’ll be I’ll be I’ll be back
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| again |