por Bloc Party

there is a wall that runs right through me
just like the city, i will never be joined
what is this love? why can i never hold it?
did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?

i have decided
at twenty-five
something must change

saturday night in east berlin
we took the u-bahn to the east side gallery
i was sure i'd found love with this one lying with me
crying again in the old bahnhof

after sex
the bitter taste
been fooled again
the search continues

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