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If half of what I'm saying of what I'm saying is true When you rub my head, make it all shiny and new And you drag my coat tails, drag my coat tails 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 Too late Too late Too late |