| This German morning of winter grey and street lights
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| The mist is warning — the day to wait it’s turn
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| The city stumbles — to find the boots in bedrooms
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| A new wife wonders — why must he go so soon
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| She’s crying in Berlin —
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| Love is flying from Berlin
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| She’s been trying hard to fight her fears
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| But she knows her tears — will win
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| A sip of coffee — he sends a smile to greet her
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| Just for a second — she forgets what lovers have to learn
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| An empty window — an empty bed — an empty chair
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| She curses history — then hides her face behind her hair
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| And she’s crying in Berlin
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| Her world is flying from Berlin
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| She’s been trying hard to force a smile —
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| Will war’s denial ever end
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| She’s crying in Berlin
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| Her world is dying in Berlin
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| She’s been trying hard to fight her fears
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| But she knows her tears — will win
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| She’s crying in Berlin
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| A darkened doorway — an empty street — an empty heart
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| There is no sure way — to know if they will stay apart
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| He dissapears then — a waving hand she won’t forget
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| One thing is certain — she will always see his silhouette
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| When she’s crying in Berlin
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| When she’s crying in Berlin
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| When she’s trying hard to fight her fears
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| She’ll fight her tears — and win
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| She’s crying in Berlin
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| There’s no denying — It’s a sin — It’s a sin
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| When the cities burn — love waits its turn —
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| For her and him
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| Crying in Berlin — crying in Berlin
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| She’s been trying hard to force a smile
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| Will war’s denial — ever end
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| Crying in Berlin
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| When the cities burn — love waits its turn — for her and him
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| Crying in Berlin — Crying in Berlin |