You can't run away
You were born. It's all the same
Butterfly, you blew it. The bullet made you officially artificial
Destiny
If you're finally wondering
If you're fully aware
If you fail to
It's so unfair
The stars, they just hang there
They never say
There's so much pain
Pain behind us, behind beside us, pain
Despite what you have heard
You cannot cage this bird
The sparrow
It’s true—I pray for you
But where it goes nobody knows
I
Come all you scions of old-time Berlin
With nights of intolerance
Take the baby's cane away and hide his little braces
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