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I hear Berlin calling; it’s calling all gods
And the fever rise in this mass of concrete and
Running through the city and running through the mud
And the fever rise and the city falls

There’s a burn on the water and sweat on my brow
And the fever rise and there’s a feeling of
But we feel
We feel so alive

Running through the streets, lookin rough-shot, baby
As your heartbeat blasts the way through the city tonight

In the London streets, there’s a light in the fog
And the Berlin sky don’t waste no fog
And we’re running, we’re running, we run so far
As Tokyo waves and the fever rises

Running through the streets, lookin rough-shot, baby
As your heartbeat blasts the way through the city tonight

Coffee-white hands, we walk through the night
Our fingers are red and there’s blood on the knife
Confide in the dark, in all the drinks and the drugs
Getting high through the night and the fever, fever

And the fever
And the fever
And the fever
And the fever rises

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