| Döner wrapper done right, an extinguished
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| Crotch of a rollie inside yellow fingers
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| Nothing lasts but nearly everything lingers in life
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| Cellphone service is not that expensive
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| But that takes commitment and you just don’t have it
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| It feels so effortless to be a stranger
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| But feeling foreign is such a lonely habit
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| You can’t crop yourself out of a picture
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| You’re out of focus but still framed inside
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| Well Berlin got blurry
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| And my heart started hurting for you
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| Loud mouth living got you some attention
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| And second chances given without doubt
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| 'Guess you’ve got a history but it’s not worth a mention tonight
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| Kind ears captive to the beers you’ve purchased
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| Sipping through scenes of plastered confession
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| Telling pretty stories, is it your sole purpose?
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| Telling everybody that you learned your lesson
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| But no one’s falling for that nice guy bullshit
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| They waited years, you can wait one night
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| Well Berlin got blurry
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| When my eyes started telling it to
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| Funny how it charms you, that Teutonic frankness
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| Listen and it arms you with a new type of patience
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| Maybe it alarms you because it tastes so familiar and wild
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| French fries, hot dog, ketchup, main ingredients
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| Swears in flawless English it’s the best in town
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| Funny how a sameness can not be distinguished
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| Strangeness is relieving when you point it out
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| But email poems slogans an example
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| Of three things I can’t unify
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| Well Berlin got blurry
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| As my thoughts all hurried to you |