Berlin Lyrics

	作词 : Seán O'Brien
	作曲 : Seán O'Brien
	In my head I always said it would never be like this,
	Til we were foiled by movement
	Of people in false design, carving out an ever-changing crescent
	History unfolds, playing out like a scene too familiar to me
	In my heart I always believed
	in honesty as an unsung mistress
	Careful to deceive,
	your traceless face condemned to the early hours
	Damage in disguise, though your eyes
	bore the consequence of believing
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	Who ya telling, who ya telling?
	Heavy hangs the rose in summer rain,
	Petalless while once so beautiful,
	Holding on in hope of a refrain,
	An admirable means to make exit,
	And I can't help but feel the same,
	Coming home to unwelcome winter
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	Who ya telling, who ya telling?

	zuo ci : Se n O' Brien
	zuo qu : Se n O' Brien
	In my head I always said it would never be like this,
	Til we were foiled by movement
	Of people in false design, carving out an ever-changing crescent
	History unfolds, playing out like a scene too familiar to me
	In my heart I always believed
	in honesty as an unsung mistress
	Careful to deceive,
	your traceless face condemned to the early hours
	Damage in disguise, though your eyes
	bore the consequence of believing
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	Who ya telling, who ya telling?
	Heavy hangs the rose in summer rain,
	Petalless while once so beautiful,
	Holding on in hope of a refrain,
	An admirable means to make exit,
	And I can' t help but feel the same,
	Coming home to unwelcome winter
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	Who ya telling, who ya telling?

	zuò cí : Se n O' Brien
	zuò qǔ : Se n O' Brien
	In my head I always said it would never be like this,
	Til we were foiled by movement
	Of people in false design, carving out an ever-changing crescent
	History unfolds, playing out like a scene too familiar to me
	In my heart I always believed
	in honesty as an unsung mistress
	Careful to deceive,
	your traceless face condemned to the early hours
	Damage in disguise, though your eyes
	bore the consequence of believing
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	Who ya telling, who ya telling?
	Heavy hangs the rose in summer rain,
	Petalless while once so beautiful,
	Holding on in hope of a refrain,
	An admirable means to make exit,
	And I can' t help but feel the same,
	Coming home to unwelcome winter
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	What have we become? oh so far from Berlin dwelling
	What have we become? Sold out long before the point of selling
	Who ya telling, who ya telling?

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