| Fast train Moscow — Land's End
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| Carry me time, carry me
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| I know the ways are inscrutable
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| And it's easier to lose than to find.
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| I remember the taste of the bitterness of insults,
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| The one who loves always forgives
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| Don't ask others
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| But be able to receive and give.
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| Fast train Moscow — Land's End
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| I'll miss.
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| Drink quickly, before it gets cold,
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| That's what my mom always tells me.
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| Leave, throw the keys on the table,
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| There is a hole in my heart,
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| If time is better than doctors, then treat
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| Or am I wrong.
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| Where is the truth?
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| In a lonely crowd or a narrow circle,
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| It's always like this with us
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| It's raining in December
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| And April sweeps up the blizzard.
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| It's just words
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| The weak share took by surprise,
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| It's very easy to break
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| If you know where the trick is.
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| Fast train Moscow — Land's End
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| The wind is humming outside the window.
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| If you follow someone to the ends of the world,
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| How to return later?
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| The sun is setting
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| Like a battery every night
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| My heart is still beating
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| But it is so easy to de-energize.
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| And it's getting harder to breathe
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| rhythm of love,
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| I'm running, but I don't know where to run,
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| Please, and you run.
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| Fast train Moscow — Land's End
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| Carry me time, carry me
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| Away,
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| Behind the light of the moon, because I am her daughter.
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| On deserted roads
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| Marked urgently
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| Letters fly to the addressee,
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| And I, as if on purpose
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| I don't know where to find
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| Your address is correct.
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| We are the children of spring
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| Gray snow, the smell of lilies,
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| With forever empty glasses,
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| No matter what is poured there.
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| Downpours wash away the sunset
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| And it's like we don't know each other
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| And for two only half an hour
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| Before the express train leaves,
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| See you later. |