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Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden |
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Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning |
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Stranded in the sweet wonderings |
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Breathing the pale moon silver |
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Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like screaming |
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Sometimes |
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I feel I just can't win |
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Sometimes |
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I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind |
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Well maybe |
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I was born a to die in |
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BerlinI sprinkled cocaine on the floor |
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When no one was watching |
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I closed my eyes and |
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I let myself sleep |
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Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin' by my bed |
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There's no choice or difference, no one seems to notice |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like screaming |
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Sometimes |
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I feel I just can't win |
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Sometimes |
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I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind |
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Well maybe |
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I was born to die in |
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Berlin[foreign content] |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like screaming |
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Sometimes |
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I feel I just can't win |
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Sometimes |
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I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind |
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Well maybe |
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I was born to die in |
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BerlinMaybe |
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I was born to die in |
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Berlin |
