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Berlin |
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Gone is the romance that was so divine. |
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'tis broken and cannot be mended. |
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You must go your way, |
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And i must go mine. |
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But now that our love dreams have ended... |
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What'll i do |
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When you are far away |
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And i am blue |
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What'll i do? |
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What'll i do? |
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When i am wond'ring who |
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Is kissing you |
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What'll i do? |
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What'll i do with just a photograph |
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To tell my troubles to? |
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When i'm alone |
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With only dreams of you |
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That won't come true |
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What'll i do? |
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<instrumental-one verse> |
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What'll i do with just a photograph |
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To tell my troubles to? |
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When i'm alone |
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With only dreams of you |
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That won't come true |
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What'll i do? |