If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying is true
Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new?
And you drag my coattails, drag my coattails down
And I'll be the only cold-assed king around
If you wait, I'll give all my aches to you
Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand, is there for you to take
(If you leave, can I fall down?)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?
I'll ignore each golden, dragging kiss you can give
On the blankest face that you ever had to forgive
If you see my fallings, see my failings through
I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through
If you wait, I'll give all my aches to you.
Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand, is there for you to take
(If you leave, can I fall down?)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?
Well you're too late
You're too late
You're too late
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