| Zoya wrote me a letter,
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| And in the letter two words do not miss
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| We broke up with her back in the spring,
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| And now it's time to meet February
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| And let the trains not run
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| To our godforsaken corner
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| Doesn't my misfortune call you to the Northeast
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| Zoya when I looked at you
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| Zoya, I was suffocating and turning pale
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| Zoya you were my flesh and blood
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| You betrayed my love
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| How I loved to dress Zoya
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| Whatever you wear always suits her
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| For her I went to steal
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| Bowed to the huckster-scoundrel
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| I wrote songs for her
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| And I forgot the way to the house
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| For her I lived and died
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| Every day under blue skies
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| Zoya won't surprise you
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| Zoya I could buy you Paris
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| Zoya champagne was brought to our rooms,
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| But that was all yesterday
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| The heart will not thaw, so be it
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| I'll warm my hands by the fire
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| On cold strings my sadness
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| Will sing until morning
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| Well, Zoya is hot as night
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| The one in which we were together
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| Let her walk if she can't
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| Let him sell body and warmth
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| Zoya, I wanted to tie more than once
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| Zoya, but my stone is always a diamond
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| Zoya, I did not regret and did not save
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| As I wanted, so I lived
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| Oh Zoya when I looked at you
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| Zoya, I was choking and wheezing
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| Zoya you were my flesh and blood
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| You betrayed my love |