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Off We go and leave the cannibals all empty. The skies are lowering into the sea. Gently pushed by stones we wonder/wander on. Somewhere behind a rainbow, apartment houses quietly suspire their Berlin. The cheeky spirit is pinching the nose with zest. Watch them trip and do the Mashed Morale. We dance with them, but not for long. Spirits are holding the upper hand again. Still we miss a beat with a heart still strong. Noisy colors all blending in one blue. i sit with you where the citys down low. We know no wrong in the sound of a song. Down tumble waters rise behind our backs. The pointy poets heads hat breaks In two unlike the jesters scepter Whos mad with magics saving factor. We wander on, stroll to and fro Things weigh us out, no con, no pro, Unlike the jesters saving factor we stick around too long a-go. Down tumble waters rise behind our backs. The meek musicians heads hat breaks In two unlike the jesters scepter whose magics not an urban factor. Strike up the band, play on and on For sweet sage music always wins Just like the jesters magic scepter beats up and down, forgives all sins. This is when you come stepping in. A row of tender houses smash your knees. The skies are lowering some more. Existences twitching here and there. Rain reflects Berlins icy glow: A frisking spirit on the tip of your nose. We dance with him for quite some time. No stopping a hand that holds up in a work. No missing a beat for a heart goes on. Flamboyant whispers strike a chord back home. You come to me, Im not alone, in the sound of a song we know no wrong