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\nLiving life was just a hungry mouth to feed
\nWest was west and east was just a dead end street
\nBerlin Beat
\nOnce<\/p>\n
\nUniforms were heaven-sent and glory-bound
\nDo you prefer the front or should I turn around
\nShaky ground
\nBut all that counts
\nIs what you see in me<\/p>\n
\nI’m not a man
\nYou’re not supposed to
\nUnderstand
\nCome on and take me
\nTake me<\/a><\/font> as I am
\nAnd think of me
\nThink of me<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n
\nCaught between the shadow dancing of the day
\nAnd of the sweltering charm of midnight cabaret
\nStraight okay
\nCome walk me<\/a><\/font>
\nYou find out who i am<\/p>\n
\nI’m not a man
\nYou’re not supposed to
\nUnderstand
\nCome on and take me
\nTake me as I am
\nAnd think of me<\/a>
\nThink of me<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n
\nIt doesn’t matter just how many walls will fall
\nHole in bricks can never bring a change at all
\nDivided souls
\nAre we
\nSo put your trust in me<\/a><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n
\nI’m not a man
\nIs that so hard to
\nUnderstand
\nJust go ahead
\nI know, I turn you on
\nTake advantage of a friend
\nWhen all is said and done<\/p>\n
\nTake me as I am
\nAnd think of me<\/a>
\nThink of me<\/a><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"