woke up this morning to the sound of cars / hissing by my window on the boulevard of the city / i know it sounds silly when you lived here long / but maybe i got used to get abused by the city
memories fade away into the grey of my early days
this is the place where the children hide /playground Berlin with its' downtown wall through the city / all you pretty diamonds on the sidewalk of the sun / meet up in the cafes, turn the world around in the city

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