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Berlin After Midnight

[Verse 1] Touchdown late, February cold, City lights burning blue and gold. Dropped our bags, no plans to sleep, Berlin’s heartbeat under our feet. Face called a ride, Valentino smiled, Chase said, “Let’s get a little wild.” From the Waldorf doors to Kurfürstendamm, The night began, and so we ran. [Pre-Chorus] Under the Tower’s silver glow, Every street felt like home. One look and I just knew — Berlin was pulling me to you. [Chorus] Berlin after midnight — we come alive, Hearts on fire, the city lights collide. Berlin after midnight — whoa-oh-oh, We don’t wanna, don’t wanna go home. From the Spree to the Brandenburg light, Dancing like we own the night. Berlin after midnight — whoa-oh-oh, We’ll always have Berlin, you know. [Verse 2] Monkey Bar high, skyline shine, Whiskey eyes cut through the wine. You laughed and said, “It’s never too late,” As the DJ played “Runaway.” Your hand in mine, the crowd a blur, The world was fading, just me and her. Every beat, every breath, A promise we hadn’t said yet. [Pre-Chorus] Neon dreams, the air so cold, Stories whispered, hearts unfold. Tomorrow fades, but we both know, Berlin’s the place where memories glow. [Chorus] Berlin after midnight — we come alive, Hearts on fire, the city lights collide. Berlin after midnight — whoa-oh-oh, We don’t wanna, don’t wanna go home. From the Spree to the Brandenburg light, Dancing like we own the night. Berlin after midnight — whoa-oh-oh, We’ll always have Berlin, you know. [Bridge / Drop] (Instrumental drop — soaring synth echo of “whoa-oh-oh”) Taxi lights blur through the rain, Our names lost, but it feels the same. If this is just one borrowed night, Then take it — take all my life. [Final Chorus] Berlin after midnight — we come alive, Hearts on fire, the city lights collide. Berlin after midnight — whoa-oh-oh, We don’t ever, ever wanna go home. From the Spree to the Brandenburg light, We’ll remember this forever night. Berlin after midnight — whoa-oh-oh, We’ll always have Berlin, you know. [Outro] The night fades slow, our shadows blend, But every song comes ‘round again. Berlin after midnight… We’ll always have Berlin.