| Faith won’t heal up everthing
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| The wound grows and you believe in love
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| Walk around feeling cut in two,
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| Wide open, with your hear on view
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| All you bereaved, all you besotted boys in need,
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| When love won’t heel you, wh, why believe she will?
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| O lyubvi malyu otchayanno
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| Say it on your knees
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| Oh, so sharp, and way too cool,
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| Love’s bright and biggest fool
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| Has to work on speaking slow,
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| To think hard, and to lie low
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| Will you believe? |
| all you bedazzled boys in need,
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| V krayu dalyokum, chuzhie ne nuzhny.
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| Chorus
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| O tyubvi malyum otchayanno
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| Say it on your knees,
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| Crying like a baby, «plese, please, please!»
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| Crying, hoping maybe,
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| O tyubvi malyum otchayanno
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| Say it on your knees,
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| Candle is a splendid thing:
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| The room glows, and the candle sings
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| «fly up to the only light,
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| «ev'ry, ev’ry tiny wing!»
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| The moth inside you bolts off to join the beautiful;
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| He flies and dies,
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| So quickly, quickly wise.
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| Chorus… |