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In Berlin. What do we do. In November. In this weather. In this room. What do I sing. Only for you. I'm such an outsider. But I'm so glad I met you. I was lonely in my own home. But I'm so glad I'm
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blau. Tief versunken, endlos schlau. Wenn es Tag wird in berlin. Sind die Augen endlos grn. War das Blau auch noch so schn. Ich muss weiter, ich muss gehn. Was hast du mir blo gesagt. Das ich
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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It came out of the sky. . Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little South of Moline. Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he seen. Laid on the ground and shook fearin' for
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It came out of the sky. . Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little South of Moline. Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he seen. Laid on the ground and shook fearin' for
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I've been a soldier quite a while. And I would like to state. The life is simply wonderful. The Army food is great. I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut. I love them all. They all
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O, say can you see . By the dawn's early light. What so proudly we hailed . At the twilight's last gleaming?. Whose broad stripes and bright stars . Through the perilous fight. O'er the ramparts we
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Global DJs, Paris, London. L. A. , Chicago, Tokyo. Baghdad , New York. Hear the Global DJs Moscow, Memphis. Capetown, Dallas. Amsterdam, Boston. Berlin, San Francisco If you're going to San
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque. Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I don't believe in frettin' and grievin'. Why mess around with strife'. I never was cut out to step and strut out. Give me the simple life. . Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant. Those
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Oh the wind whistles down. The cold dark street tonight. And the people they were dancing to the music vibe. And the boys chase the girls with
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When that evenin', evenin' sun goes down. You'll find me somewhere hangin' around. The night life, ain't no good life. People but it's my life Yeah, just listen to the blues, people. Listen to
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When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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The painted faces on the street. Caricatures of long ago. Oh they were young and oh so sweet. Down beyond the boulevard. Knock on doors and empty halls. And still sometimes remember. The
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Artist Bodies Without Organs. When I'm in Berlin you're off to London . When I'm in New York you're doing Rome . All those crazy nights we spend together . As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be
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When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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When i'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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Sunshine in the rain. When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more
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Your lips shine like Paris. Mon amour. A toi toujours. Ma chrie. But your tears bring a little London for me. Berlin can never be so cold as you reach Baby,won't you dance with me into the night
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soon be headed my way. As she sails across the skyway of Berlin Thought I heard your bells cry. Bringing the life to your face. The time for tears has passed away. Can't you see the night is lifting
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I've been a soldier quite a while. And I would like to state. The life is simply wonderful. The Army food is great. I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut. I love them all. They all
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When i'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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