I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
Three stones on a mountain
Three small holes in a field
You've given me the big dream
But you can't make it real
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose, but baby
All I want's to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
[Verse 2]
A hundred years or more
It feels like such a dream
An endless conversation since 1917
Now the battery is too hot
It's burning up in its tray
Young marriages are melting
And dying where they lay
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want's to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
[Verse 3]
Our tongues will fall so still
Our teeth will all decay
A minute feels much longer
With nothing left to say
So let them win the battle
But don't let them restart
That genocidal feeling
That beats in every heart
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want's to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
Знам да сам те тада волела
Мислим да те волим још
Али ово пророчанство наша
Се вратио дрессед то килл
Три камење на планину
Три мале рупе у пољу
Дао си ми је велики сан
Али не могу да га прави
[Припев]
О Вицкед Ворлд
Помислите само шта би могао да буде
Јерусалим, Њујорк Берлин
Све што радим је изгубити, али беба
Све што желим је да победи
Јерусалим, Њујорк Берлин
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