Calm down now
Berlin in the cold
All that fighting, all that snow

Sober night
Byron on my mind
Tell me I’m not going home
And I’ll stop waiting by the phone

Bedroom frost
Silence in my blood
Sorry, love, I’m running home
I’m a child of the sun
And the stars are low

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ā. kruta. paldies!

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