| They said Moscow was a lost hope
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| And it was, so i’ve gone off the beaten track
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| To meet a crossroad
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| East of Vladivostok
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| Under foot there is frozen blood in the snow
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| The rubble and bones
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| Are covered in mud
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| Under soot and the smoke
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| Is enough to choke you up
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| As you wander alone
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| Through tunnels and holes
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| And burrows and roads
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| Just looking for somewhere to go
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| That could become an abode
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| Even just a gutter’s a comfortable home
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| But there’s not much of a hope
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| There’s no government
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| No more Russia
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| The globe’s become a Chernobyl
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| A troublesome glow falls
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| A crimson snowball
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| Brings the Crow’s call
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| In a minute you’ll know
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| What i’m bringing this bow for
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| Killing isn’t noble
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| It’s no sport
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| But when i show force
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| I’m a stone wall
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| I’m immobile
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| Then i go forth
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| Like a blowtorch
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| To the snow, scorched
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| 'Til it’s no more
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| My skin is the colour of cobalt
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| Because i’m just so cold
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| But i’m
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| Always moving forward
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| Oh
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| Aurora
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| Aurora
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| You’re our only refuge
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| Our only retreat
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| You’re our only shelter
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| Aurora
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| When we’ve been beaten down
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| You’re our Aurora
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| We’re in a stalemate
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| The only way to play is stay away
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| Or jailbreak
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| The railway’s a failsafe
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| Human frames make a frale freight
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| For a fatal tale
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| Fate’ll tailgate
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| They’ll chase
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| Making gains at a snail’s pace
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| So say your grace
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| While you have a table place
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| At the fey buffet
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| Because the fables say
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| That the plates’ll break
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| And you’ll fade away
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| You may or may not make the grade
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| Without a place to stay
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| So praise the day
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| You stayed awake
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| To raise the stakes and say:
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| Mistakes were made
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| Lessons were learned
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| Allegiances, changes
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| And bridges were burned
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| Tapes and blades
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| And weapons were turned
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| To pieces
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| Upgraded
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| Respect isn’t earned
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| It’s taken
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| With a revolver trigger
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| Betrayed and sold up the Volga river
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| Vulgar rhythms
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| Rule, forgive them
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| In their shoes
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| You’d make the same cold decisions
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| I never wanted to become a killer
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| But it was them or me
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| I can only hope they’re living on
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| In somebody’s memory
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| Always moving forward
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| Oh
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| Aurora
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| Aurora
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| You’re our only refuge
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| Our only retreat
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| You’re our only shelter
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| Aurora
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| When we’ve been beaten down
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| You’re our Aurora
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| Hiding out
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| A tiger primed to pounce
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| A Geiger counter by my side
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| A lighter by the belt
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| To try to find the lighter side of life
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| While i fight a mind of doubts
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| Enjoy the ride to hell
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| If i’m to die, you won’t tie me down
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| When i go out i’m firing shells
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| Shouting «Life is swell»
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| No cry for help
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| I stoke the fire
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| Like a stoke prior scout
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| Aurora
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| Aurora
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| You’re our only refuge
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| Our only retreat
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| You’re our only shelter
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| Aurora
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| When we’ve been beaten down
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| You’re our Aurora |