Born To Die In Berlin
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Intoxicated by the orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine curse
My soul is burning
Stranded in the sweet wonderings
Breathing the pale moon silver
Torn painted lips
Tasting the last drops of life
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Sometimes I feeling my soul is as restless as the wind
Well, maybe I was born to die in Berlin
I sprinkled cocaine on the floor
When no one was watching
I closed my eyes
And I let myself sleep
Creeps and dirty bastards
Demons waiting by my bed
There's no choice or difference
No one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Sometimes I feeling my soul is as restless as the wind
Well, maybe I was born to die in Berlin
- Third verse is in German -
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Sometimes I feeling my soul is as restless as the wind
Well, maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
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15-11-2008
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