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 Intro

On the museum island,

 At the end of the day,

 we had travelled for miles,

 We had come to escape

 All the space on the page

 That the newspapers gave

 Up to pictures and pictures of us.

As we followed the coffin

 Of your famous father.

Adjusting our skirts

 As we turned at the altar.

 And within every word

 That they'd written, was spelt out

 You'd taken your last ever bus.

So skimming the surface

 Of all your new money,

 we skimmed the surface

 Of the air as we flew.

 we were out of the rain,

 we were thinking that maybe

 Berlin was the place to renew.

 well you know what they say

 About terrible hate -

 It will breed something good

 When it's through.

 At the end of the day,

 By the Potsdamer Place

 And the Brandenburg Gate,

 It was you.

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You have hardened completely

 By the end of this story,

 You have learned to look clear

 Through the flash of a bulb,

 When you hear your own name

 From the back of a crowd,

 You just straighten your gaze,

 No you don't turn around.

 Oh but there was a time

 At the end of the day,

 We were both stood in line

 At the museum display,

 And you outshone the light

 Under which you were bathed,

 You could outshine the sky

 With the look that you gave,

 Oh so don't be afraid

 To look back and wave,

 Now that waving is all that you do.

 At the end of the day,

 By the Potsdamer Place,

 I am waving back at you.

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 So don't be afraid

 To look back and wave,

 Now that waving is all that you do.

 At the end of the day,

 By the Potsdamer Place,

 I am waving back at you.