| I’ve been falling through Berlin
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| Kissing the cheeks
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| Of bookish young geeks down on Linden
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| And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry for what has been
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| I am not too proud
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| To stand in a crowd and make a scene
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| Berlin, you took me in when I needed you most
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| Berlin, you took me in when I needed you most
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| I promise we’ll always be close
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| I’ve been hanging in Berlin
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| Running my status
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| In Pariser Platz and worrying
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| And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry for what I lost
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| I was too scared to ask
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| Let it slip from my grasp and I paid the cost
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| Berlin, you took me in when I needed you most
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| Berlin, you took me in when I needed you most
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| It was more than a kindness
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| I’ve been overwhelmed by it, my dear
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| I’m amazed I could find this
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| It’s a shot in the arm to be here
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| It’s a shot in the arm (shot!)
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| Oh there must be a reason for everything
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| I believe there’s a reason, Berlin
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| Berlin, it’s you and me son for the win
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| You were my first love, you’ll be my only love
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| I’ll never leave you, I could never give you up
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| You were my first love, you’ll be my only love
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| I’ll never leave you, my Berlin
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| My Berlin, my Berlin
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| My Berlin, my Berlin |