| On the road, a truck runs
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| If the eyes close for a moment
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| You can fall asleep at the wheel
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| Miles run down
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| I miss a woman
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| And a motel tavern
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| That's how I saw Marjo-Riita
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| And I could hardly believe my eyes
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| I wanted to carry him to my room
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| The feeling of passion made my mind intoxicated
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| I ate him staring at the greedy
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| He said in a whisper,
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| “I don’t want to give myself up
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| And I will not give up my heart… »
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| Driving is felt on the shoulders
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| Control of the arteries
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| Tobacco coughs
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| When I feel sorry for myself
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| Just a memory of my life
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| The woman warms up
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| In the dream, Marjo-Riita saw it
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| And I could hardly believe my eyes
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| I wanted to carry him to my room
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| The feeling of passion made my mind intoxicated
|
| I ate him staring at the greedy
|
| He said in a whisper,
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| “I don’t want to give myself up
|
| And I will not give up my heart… »
|
| In the dream, Marjo-Riita saw it
|
| And I could hardly believe my eyes
|
| I wanted to carry him to my room
|
| The feeling of passion made my mind intoxicated
|
| I ate him staring at the greedy
|
| He said in a whisper,
|
| “I don’t want to give myself up
|
| And I will not give up my heart… »
|
| In the dream, Marjo-Riita saw it
|
| And I could hardly believe my eyes
|
| I wanted to carry him to my room
|
| The feeling of passion made my mind intoxicated
|
| I ate him staring at the greedy
|
| He said in a whisper,
|
| “I don’t want to give myself up
|
| And I will not give up my heart… » |