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 
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
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
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin.

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