Don't write to me and don't wait, I'm not the one you know
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Who do you love, or do you see in the morning in a dream
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I am now on a wide, dangerous road
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And there's just no turning back
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I will remember and love you always
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After all, this is not prohibited here on a "special"
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And I will spend a quarter of a century in camps
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Overhead with a polar star
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Chorus:
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The paths are different for you and me
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You will be faithful, someone else's wife,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles
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The paths are different for you and me
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You will be faithful, someone else's wife,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps -
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps -
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles
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Don't cry, my girl, you will find love
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You are good and young, like a garden in spring,
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And now I have the Siberian taiga
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A stoned convoy from Magadan
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Chorus:
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The paths are different for you and me
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You will be faithful, someone else's wife,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles
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The paths are different for you and me
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You will be faithful, someone else's wife,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps -
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps -
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles
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The paths are different for you and me
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You will be faithful, someone else's wife,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles
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The paths are different for you and me
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You will be faithful, someone else's wife,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps -
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles,
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And I'm a vagabond, living out a century in camps -
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After all, from a young age my legs are in shackles |