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I got too much time What else is there to do now? Old fur and old lights, things I don't really care about The last words he said There's other things out there to see And then he left me for someone who looks just like me Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes What's in Berlin? What's there that's not here you need? And I want a kid One that looks like you and me Sometimes I want help To take you and run away But if I write about nothing Then what would they say? Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes