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I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychotic |
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And empty out, empty out my pockets |
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I see Charlie over there, flirt with him, toss my hair |
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Must be some, must be something in the air |
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Parting is such sweet sorrow, I'll wake up tomorrow |
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I know I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone |
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Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning |
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East side west side, all that could have been |
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Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again |
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I'm in my motel "meditating," it gets me so intoxicated |
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I can't stop, I can't stop now |
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Champagne on ice, I pop the cork |
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My bags are packed and by the door, what the hell am I leaving for? |
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Parting is such sweet sorrow, I'll wake up tomorrow |
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I know I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone |
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Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning |
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East side west side, all that could have been |
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Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again |
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I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychotic |
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And empty out empty out my pockets |
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Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning |
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East side west side, all that could have been |
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Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again |
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'Cause I'll be I'll be I'll be back again, 'cause I'll be I'll be I'll be back again |