| It’s just about dawn
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| and the colors have gone
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| to a concrete gunshot grey
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| Strobe lights flash
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| And blind our eyes
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| Walkin' into a cheap café
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| It’s about skin
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| Needles and pins
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| And gettin' yourself a taste
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| I’m looking at her
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| Through a Stoli blur
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| And thinkin' «Aw, what a waste»
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| Oh, Oh,
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| I hope you know the way back home
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| Bring me down before I fall
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| I’ve danced this high graffiti wall
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| So long it feels I’ve been up here forever
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| Touch my face and blow away
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| This fever-whisper when you say,
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| «It's you and me against the world together»
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| That money machine
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| That river of green
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| Has seen its better days
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| Honey leg girls
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| Kick and twirl
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| 'Cause there’s always somebody who pays
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| The poetry of poverty
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| Won’t give up without a fight
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| To tell you the truth
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| All I’m trying to do
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| Is get through another night
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| Oh, Oh,
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| I want you more than ever right now
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| Bring me down before I fall
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| I’ve danced this high graffiti wall
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| So long it feels I’ve been up here forever
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| Touch my face and blow away
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| This fever-whisper when you say,
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| «It's you and me against the world together»
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| If you are looking for an exit sign
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| Or just a door don’t waste your time
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| They built it wide, they built it tall
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| Graffiti wall’s impossible to climb
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| Oh, oh,
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| Get me out of this Berlin
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| Bring me down before I fall
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| I’ve danced this high graffiti wall
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| So long it feels I’ve been up here forever
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| Touch my face and blow away
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| This fever-whisper when you say,
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| «It's you and me against the world together» |