Born to Die in Berlin
Junkies, whores and pimps Devils around my bed There is no choice and no difference And no one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel like I just can't win Sometimes I feel like I was born To die in your arm in Berlin
Intoxicated by the orchids Abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine for communion Because my soul was burning
Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel like I just cant win Sometimes I feel like I was born To die in your arm in Berlin
Stranded in the sweet windings Breathing the pale moon silver Tasting the last drops of life From a sweet transvestite's lips
Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel like I just can't win Sometimes I feel like I was born To die in your arm in Berlin
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