| Crossing the line in the dead of night
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| Five years old and on the run
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| This ain’t no game, boy, don’t make a sound
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| And watch that man with the gun
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| Say a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us all
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| Come take my hand now and hold on tight
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| Take one last look at that wall
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| Think of the shattered lives, think of the broken hearts
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| Think of the battered dreams, of families still torn apart
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| Wall of bitter tears, wall of crying pain
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| Wall of chilling fear, you will never keep me here
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| For I, I shall crawl right down through that wall
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| I will crawl right on through that wall
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| That fateful night I was one that got away
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| A young and restless renegade
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| Chasing my dreams, still on the run
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| I had some moments in the sun
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| Years flew by like a speeding bullet train, I sang my songs to one and all
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| Then came the day when I had a chance to pay
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| My respects to the names on that wall
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| I saw the wooden crosses, saw the bloody stains
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| Saw the gruesome pictures of all the ones that died in vain
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| Wall of countless victims, wall of endless shame
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| Had just one thing gone wrong I might have joined that list of names
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| And I cried for all who died there at the wall
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| I recall weeping at the wall
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| «Freedom has many difficulties, and democracy is not perfect
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| But we’ve never had to put a wall up to keep our people in…
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| While the wall is the most obvious demonstration of the failures of communism
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| We take no pride in it… for it is an offense against humanity, separating
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| families
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| Dividing husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and
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| People who wish to be joined together…
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| All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin
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| And therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words «Ich bin ein Berliner»
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| (Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963)
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| Turned on the news in November '89
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| I could not move, I could not speak
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| Something was burning up in my eyes
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| Something wet ran down my cheek
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| All those laughing faces, all those tears of joy
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| All those warm embraces of men and women, girls and boys
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| Sisters and brothers dancing, all singing freedom’s song
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| God, if only I could be there to shake your hands and sing along
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| Oh I, I would climb right up on that wall
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| And join you all dancing on the wall
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| Standing tall walking on the wall
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| Tear it down, right down to the ground
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| Tear it down, right down to the ground
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| © 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc., (BMI), Michael John Music (BMI), Attlebrat |