| If not for you, I have no one at night
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| Knock on the door and the stairs like a wolf
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| Master in two jumps
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| Bringing rain with you on your shoulders
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| You have two thirds of St. Petersburg blood
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| And eyebrows were pierced with a steel nail
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| And the words are quiet as wax
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| on fragile swollen candles
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| And nothing more for the soul
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| If not for you, I have nowhere to throw
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| Leather case and old bones
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| And on everyone's flash drive
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| my old songs archive
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| For a taxi, giving the last hundred
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| He left the punks in your gateway
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| If not for you the end
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| no prospects at all
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| And nothing more for the soul
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| Love, freedom and rock and roll
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| If it weren't for you in the city it's possible
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| It's sickening to put a fat cross on telling
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| There are no more places in the city where the logo would not be
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| If not for you, I would have forgotten the city
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| Where the damned rain pours constipated water |