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From dusk till dawn |
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Days are full of haze |
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The streets of Moscow look like maze |
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This captured my mind - |
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No beginning, |
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No end |
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I can find. |
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It's blowing, blowing out my mind. |
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Moscow is a cold world |
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I wanna get out of. |
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I wanna get out of |
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Down to the subway |
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One of crowded places |
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Lots of negative faces |
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Not open, |
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Nor friendly. |
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Everyone's got a problem. |
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Flowing, flowing in transfers and transitions |
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No end, no beginning |
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I can't make definitions |
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Up in the street it's snowing and snowing, |
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Melting into slushy mud |
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Under my boots |
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I hate it, |
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but will force myself to like Moscow, |
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Though now I can't, |
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Now I can't. |
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I'll force myself |
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Though now I can't |
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Now I can't |
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I don't like Moscow |
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I dont like |
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Moscow nights are full of lights |
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Moscow at night is a different world |
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Rich people in a big cars, |
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Rich people in unapproachable clubs |
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All of them looking like pop stars |
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No comment, no talk |
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Cause they don't know who you are |
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Moscow nights are full of lights |
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Rich people in a big cars |
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Days are full of haze |
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I don't like Moscow |
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don't like |
