Lyric Song 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 bastardsdemons waitin by my bed
There s no choice or differenceno 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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