"There is a wall that runs right through me.
Just like this city I will never be joined.
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out in those strangers' bedrooms?
I have decided at 25 that 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 Hauptbahnhof
After sex the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west: teach your sons, how to truly love."
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