Maybe they think I’m Naive
Because of my baby face
They don’t know it’s my technique
To survive in this place
Lovers easy popetry
Speaking to my Berlin land
Who will write a song for me To change the rules of my game
Happy Violentine
Happy violent time
Please no flowers as they die
Bad jokes and I eat you raw
If my dreams don’t drive me mad
Let’s sleep to be
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