(intro 4x) G G F G  F G F

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Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
G                  Bb        Eb     ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
G                           Bb    Eb                      ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Standing in the sweet wonderings, breathing the pale moon silver
G             Bb               Eb           ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

G                     Bb                                    ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
G                     Bb                       ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
G             Bb               ( G G F G  F G F ) 4x
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

G                           Bb           Eb      ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching
G            Bb       Eb          ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
I closed my eyes and let myself sleep
G                  Bb      Eb                 ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Creeps and dirty bastards demons waiting by my bed
G                     Bb                Eb     ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
There's no choice or difference no one seems to notice

G                     Bb                                    ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
G                     Bb                       ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
G             Bb               ( G G F G  F G F ) 4x
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

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Küss mich jetzt, Mädchen, es ist alles wahr
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Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost, OK
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Der Winter wird wieder kalt werden und Berliner wollen Amerika
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Von Menschen, die sterben unter den weißen Blüten

G                     Bb                                    ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
G                     Bb                       ( G G F G  F G F ) ( G G F G  F G F )
Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
G             Bb               ( G G F G  F G F ) 4x
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin