| I watch the paper every day
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| They drink the same cup of tea
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| I read the t.v. |
| everyday
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| They deal the same cards for me
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| I turn my head now to the left
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| And see the marx upon your face
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| I turn my head now to the right
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| See the darkness of your light
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| I didn’t see the flag you raised
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| Through the glory that we praised
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| There’s a child that stands amazed
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| At the craziness we’ve paved
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| And the sun will shine through winter time
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| And I pray the rain will someday end the flame
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| That’s what they say to me
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| That’s what they’re telling me
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| And through the pride and prejudice
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| You blind the truth you couldn’t miss
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| For the target you have drawn
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| Won’t bite the hand that cuts the arm
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| And when the story’s finally told
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| That each man’s heart was bought and sold
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| There was no enemy you see
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| Only the doubt in you and me
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| I know the sun will shine thru winter time
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| I pray the rain may someday end the flame
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| That’s what they say to me
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| That’s what they’re telling me
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| Shoot komrade Kiev
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| I’ve walked through mother Russia
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| In the cold of winter time
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| And I’ve seen
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| Every mountain that each man wants to climb
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| But I know —
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| Farewell to arms
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| That one day the sun will shine — oh
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| Shoot komrade Kiev |