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Awake at the Wallin decadence and sane, I stood by the wallthought I’d turn my back to stone thought I’d let myself at home but all the strangers knew my name all but one who turned away in fear he'd been there once before behind that same tormented door i saw his bed amazing i stole his coat to save the cold burned my speech to keep him warm dropped a boy's mouth for my own but beauty's left the aging for this youth i want to press my lips to his winter chilled flesh press his hands to the sky i want to sleep in the night in his eyes in the rain of Berlin i want to sleep in the night in his eyes in the rain in Berlin in the night in his eyes in the rain in Berlin |