| Listen, can’t you hear your crying heart?
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| My friend, oh I can see you’re torn apart
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| I look to you thinking of you tonight
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| Old ghosts, haunt you and they won’t let go
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| They know, the city can take time to grow
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| What’s done is done but you are still young, Berlin
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| Tell me, what will be your final role?
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| It seems either side would sell your soul
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| It’s such a high cost when dreams get lost
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| In Berlin, city of night
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| You sleep between the East and West
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| Along the left and right
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| Broken, kept from the light
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| You close your eyes and everything
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| Remains in black and white
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| Berlin, when will you fight
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| The mind that draws the border
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| No one crosses in the city of night
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| Strange times were to have thought make a whole
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| You’ll find some old wounds cannot be closed
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| But I look to you, thinking of you
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| Oh Berlin, city of night
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| You sleep between the East and West
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| Along the left and right
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| Broken, kept from the light
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| You close your eyes and everything
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| Remains in black and white
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| Berlin, when will you fight
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| The mind that draws the border
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| No one crosses in the city of night
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| Today, in the world of freedom
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| The proudest post is «?? |
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| «Berlin, city of night
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| You sleep between the East and West
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| Along the left and right
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| Broken, kept from the light
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| You close your eyes and everything
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| Remains in black and white
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| Berlin, when will you fight
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| The mind that draws the border
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| No one crosses in the city of
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| Berlin, city of night
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| You sleep between the East and West
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| Along the left and right
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| Broken, kept from the light
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| You close your eyes and everything
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| Remains in black and white
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| Berlin, when will you fight
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| The mind that draws the border
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| No one crosses in the city of night |