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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 I Foggy streets, empty on the east side of the wall Sleeping people, dreaming of the call Of freedom beckoning from the west Asleep, but feeling little rest until they're free Iron hand of government controls a life Propaganda veils the trouble and the strife Close to home. . . so close to home But the people outside the wall, you know, can see Berlin I hear your call Berlin Trapped outside your wall II Armed guards aim at you, won't hesitate to fire All around the wall surrounds, higher and higher You can't get to the west, you are locked outside If you try to get across, before you leave Say goodbye Be sure to say goodbye Begin the ascent right between tall guarded towers Careful now, even though it seems like hours Get over the first wall, you're surprised to be alive But if you don't get across, remember it's too late To say goodbye Too late to say goodbye Fly across a river of dust to reach the other side Begin to climb, quick you must, in memory of those who've died In a hail of bullets, on the ground before western eyes They didn't make it across, and those they leave Still say goodbye They're still saying goodbye. . . III In the east, a name just seems to disappear But those who know will tremble with the fear Of discovery, and accusations of assent A double price to be paid, for defying the government Berlin I heard your call Berlin I'm here inside the wall |