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Pays the price, works the seasons through |
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Frozen days, he thinks of you |
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Cold as ice but he burns for you |
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Mother russia, can't you hear him too? |
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Mother's son, freedom's overdue |
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Lonely man, he thinks of you |
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He isn't done, only lives for you |
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Mother russia, can't you hear him too? |
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Punished for his written thoughts |
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Starving for his fame |
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Working blindly, building blocks |
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Number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow |
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Red blood, white snow |
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He knows frozen rivers won't flow |
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So cold, so true |
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Mother russia--he cries for you |
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Ooh ooh ... |
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Bah dah dah dah ... |
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Punished for his written thoughts |
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Starving for his fame |
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Working blindly, building blocks |
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Number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow |
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Red blood, white snow |
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He knows frozen rivers won't flow |
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So cold, so true |
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Mother russia--he cries for you |
