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Lost In Berlin
(Rodrigue Janois/Frédéric Lemercier/Jean-Pierre Pilot/William Rousseau/
Laurent Szuskin)
I lost myself, cheap love for sale in old Berlin.
I joined the game, learned to pretend in old Berlin.
In old Berlin, in old Berlin.
Forgot your face in a strange place they call Berlin.
And I gave in to the devil within, down in Berlin, city of sin.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
Take me somewhere else, no black or white, no wrong or right.
Is it real, what is real ? This siren song's calling me.
I feel as if I'm losing my mind.
Is it real, what is real ? Can't resist the need to feel.
No matter if it makes me lose my mind.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
Take me somewhere else, no black or white, no wrong or right.
I sold my soul, caused my own fall in old Berlin.
But I'll rise again, free myself of these chains.
I'll love again, I'll be loved again.
Is it real, what is real ? This siren song's callin me.
I feel as if I'm losing my mind.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
Take me somewhere else, no matter if it makes me lose my mind.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
Take me somewhere else, no black or white, no wrong or right.
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Take me somewhere else, no black or white, no wrong or right.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
Take me somewhere else, no matter if it makes me lose my mind.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
I feel as if I'm losing my mind.
Is it real, what is real ? This siren song's callin me.
I'll love again, I'll be loved again.
But I'll rise again, free myself of these chains.
I sold my soul, caused my own fall in old Berlin.
Take me somewhere else, no black or white, no wrong or right.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
No matter if it makes me lose my mind.
Is it real, what is real ? Can't resist the need to feel.
I feel as if I'm losing my mind.
Is it real, what is real ? This siren song's calling me.
Take me somewhere else, no black or white, no wrong or right.
Meet me after dark, when pain fades out into the night.
And I gave in to the devil within, down in Berlin, city of sin.
Forgot your face in a strange place they call Berlin.
In old Berlin, in old Berlin.
I joined the game, learned to pretend in old Berlin.
I lost myself, cheap love for sale in old Berlin.
Laurent Szuskin)
(Rodrigue Janois/Frédéric Lemercier/Jean-Pierre Pilot/William Rousseau/
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