Weekend in Berlin - LF SYSTEM

I know I loved you then I think I love you still But this prophecy of ours Has come back dressed to kill Three stones on a mountain Three small holes in a field You've given me the big dream But you can't make it real O, wicked world Just think what could have been Jerusalem, New York, Berlin All I do is lose, but baby All I want's to win Jerusalem, New York, Berlin A hundred years or more It feels like such a dream An endless conversation Since 1917 Now the battery is too hot It's burning up in its tray Young marriages are melting And dying where they lay O, wicked world Just think what could have been Jerusalem, New York, Berlin All I do is lose, but baby All I want's to win Jerusalem, New York, Berlin Our tongues will fall so still Our teeth will all decay A minute feels much longer With nothing left to say So let them win the battle But don't let them restart That genocidal feeling That beats in every heart O, wicked world Just think what could have been Jerusalem, New York, Berlin All I do is lose, but baby All I want's to win Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

One so mysterious Now decoded and u-used Now according to you, you One so mysterious One so mysterious Now decoded and u-used Now according to you, you One so mysterious Rip it well; well, you have won it out Give it all; why won't you give it out Where's the fun in holding out the part Everyone gets up when you sit down I don't get it, I just don't get it I don't get it, I just don't When the party's over, we can call them dogs Dare to keep our shirts on, rolling in the mud Weekend in the dust We can fool 'em all If you're here, I'll be your hollow pet Why have none when we can have it all I don't get it, I just don't get it I don't get it, I just don't I don't get it, I just don't get it I don't get it, I just don't I don't get it, I just don't get it I don't get it, I just don't I don't get it, I just don't get it I don't get it, I just don't