Your bicycle’s chained
To the fence outside
There’s plenty of offers
But you won’t ride
How you pedal in those
Is a miracle
A miracle
And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through
The red lights
Oh Berlin
Nobody knows
Where you’ve been
In the space where your
Brain and your heart collide
You’re convinced there’s
A practical place
That you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical
Hysterical
With your bag full of dresses
And butcher’s knives
To the fence outside
There’s plenty of offers
But you won’t ride
How you pedal in those
Is a miracle
A miracle
And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through
The red lights
Oh Berlin
Nobody knows
Where you’ve been
In the space where your
Brain and your heart collide
You’re convinced there’s
A practical place
That you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical
Hysterical
With your bag full of dresses
And butcher’s knives
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