Born To Die In Berlin

Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
Stranded in the sweet wonderings breathing the pale moon silver
Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can’t win
Sometimes I feelin’ my soul is as restless as the wind
Well maybe I was born to die in Berlin

I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching
I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep
Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin’ by my bed
There’s no choice or difference, no one seems to notice

Sometimes I feel like screamin’
Sometimes I feel I just can’t win
Sometimes I feelin’ my soul is as restless as the wind
Well maybe I was born to die in Berlin

(Third verse in German)

Sometimes I feel like screamin’
Sometimes I feel I just can’t win
Sometimes I feelin’ my soul is as restless as the wind
Well maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

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