I got too much time
What else is there to do now?
Old fur and old lights, things I don't really care about
The last words he said
There's other things out there to see
And then he left me for someone who looks just like me
Sometimes
Sometimes
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Sometimes
What's in Berlin?
What's there that's not here you need?
And I want a kid
One that looks like you and me
Sometimes I want help
To take you and run away
But if I write about nothing
Then what would they say?
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes