Do not hug and snuggle me, and no longer kiss, no.
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We didn't see each other for 12 days and forgot the dances.
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The guitar is busted, I start conversations.
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And I argue with myself about something, such a story.
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Breath of the soul, I want everything.
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We are not in a hurry to meet.
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Chorus:
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White nights are our days. |
White nights - we are alone.
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White Nights - Petersburg flips through my memory.
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White nights are on the clock. |
White night in my eyes.
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White Night - I'm a playwright, but I don't know love.
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O-o-o-e! |
Oh-oh-oh!
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O-o-o-e! |
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
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O-o-o-e! |
Oh-oh-oh!
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O-o-o-e! |
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
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The phones have all been removed. |
You still enter my dreams.
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The whole world is behind you again, and the wind is behind me.
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I don’t want to return anything, I drink something a little bit.
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I will forget everything and you forget, we are no longer children.
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Breath of the soul, I want everything.
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We are in such a hurry to part.
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Chorus:
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White nights are our days. |
White nights - we are alone.
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White Nights - Petersburg flips through my memory.
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White nights are on the clock. |
White night in my eyes.
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White Night - I'm a playwright, but I don't know love.
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O-o-o-e! |
Oh-oh-oh!
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O-o-o-e! |
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
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O-o-o-e! |
Oh-oh-oh!
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O-o-o-e! |
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
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Don't drop your shawarma on the curb at the front door! |
Scroll through the memory of "White Nights"
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and listen to yourself in them.
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EMMA M - White nights.
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Author of words and music: Vlad Orlov.
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June, 2016. |