| These sore red eyes explore the room again
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| The signed pictures of film stars who stayed here in eras that knew of no wall
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Part of the old world lives on this island in Germany
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| And still out there through the window at six in the morning
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| The essence survives
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Come they told me, down to the dark clubs at night
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| They’ll surprise you, the one’s who are asleep when it’s light
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| So outrangeous, like tropical birds in a cage
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| Out from underneath their stones
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| Berlin… Berlin…Berlin…Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Young faces new ideals, in search of paradise
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| They merge into the history, the theatre of memories
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| That make up the feel of
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin…
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| Berlin… Berlin… |