| I went from Moscow to St. Petersburg
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| On the midnight train
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| I knew I must go, two years without a word
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| Could you feel the same?
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| Eleven thirty, at the Vok Sal
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| My guardian angel knew
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| My frozen footfall, on the platform
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| Leads me back to you
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| This coldest of wars
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| Where I stand to lose
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| The best thing I ever had
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| It’s something I want so bad
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| Ten hours from Leningrad
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| To see your face again
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| Is all I need
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| You give the life to me
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| And air to breath
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| And when you’re there, well then
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| I’m not so cold
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| When we’re alone again
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| As close as Russian dolls
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| Did I see you? |
| Oh, I can’t be sure
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| In the gathering crowd
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| Our connection, always so secure
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| Signal’s not so loud
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| So I come to you
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| What else can I do?
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| You’re the best thing I ever had
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| You’re something I need so bad
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| Ten seconds from Leningrad
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| To see your face again
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| Is all I need
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| You give the life to me
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| And air to breath
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| And when you’re there, well then
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| I’m not so cold
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| When we’re alone again
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| As close as Russian dolls |