| Take a walk through the city
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| Turn right at Potzdamer Platz
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| To see a girl on a motorbike
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| Expression carved on her face
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| Saw a man in a cafe downtown
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| Who says it fucks with your head
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| When you’re tryin' to sleep at night
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| With a gun across your bed
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| Don’t wanna be down at heel
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| Don’t wanna be down at heel
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| You’ve shown disgrace on my place
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| You’ve gotta know how it feels
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| Sometimes at night when it’s cold outside
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| It would be easier and sweet
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| To hack a road through the jungle
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| Than clear a path down the street
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| Too many folk in the middle lane
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| Who don’t wanna swerve 'gainst the rails
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| Apathy balanced with disdain
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| Dogs chasin' their own tails
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| Don’t wanna be down at heel
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| Don’t wanna be down at heel
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| You come breakin' down my front door
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| You’ve gotta know how it feels
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| Followed the girl on a motorbike
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| Saw her enter a bar
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| It’s dark inside with candles burn and
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| To liberate her scars
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| She Spanish-dance on the table
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| With butterflies that burn
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| It’s like an incessant fox-hunt
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| Too many lessons learned |