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You'll find me in a Berlin bar
In a corner, brooding
You know that I go very quiet
When I am listening to you
There's something special indeed
There's something special indeed
In all the places where I've seen you shine, boy
There's something very real in how I feel, honey
It's in me, it's in me, and you know it's for real
Tuning in on your saxophone
The candle burning over your shoulder
Is throwing shadows from your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor
The stars that climb from her bowels
Those stars make towers on vowels
You'll never see that you had all of me
You'll never see the poetry you stirred in me
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly
I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly
It's in me, it's in me, and you know it's real
Tuning in on your saxophone
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