Where am I?
In a universe of paradoxical design
Reality or merely in the mind
In my head or in some german town
She said "you want a four leaf clover
In the round?"
Ain't superstitious
And I don't believe in luck
But I heard the thunder
Before the lightning struck
Couldn't read the writing
'Cause it was so small
But according to the document she got on the wall
She gets down like the wall of Berlin
I come round about a quarter to ten
We just met or at least we pretend
It's so fresh knockin' down
The wall of Berlin
Where am I?
A galaxy of monumental delight
Or parallel hologram copyright
The call comes unexpected
Like a mugger in a park
And the sound of the train interrupts the?
Is that the queen of Sheba
Or an alien dream?
The marks on the table say
Somewhere in between
Not one for rituals
But one thing I have found
Everything's better when you come around
She gets down like the wall of Berlin
I come round about a quarter to ten
We just met or at least we pretend
It's so fresh knockin' down
The wall of Berlin
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