We've grown up and we're on our own now
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Turned into the back of the head in front of other people's eyes
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Somewhere far away, behind a glass of ice
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Wires trembled, trains rushed by
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And there's no one else at home
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Weeds on the pavement, unfinished new buildings
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Behind the overgrown railway, garages and garbage dumps
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There's now a new bridge to new times
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Under it we will leave our names
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Next to the swear word
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We were taught from childhood to survive and not to give up.
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Huge and controversial country
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It's so hard to find a place in it, it's so easy to get lost
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Winter up to the neck, spring in the heart
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Bound by this strong invisible thread
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To all the cold winds and everything in the universe postcards
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From forgotten poems, from broken windows
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From compressed springs and stretched veins
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Broken, broken, broken
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But invincible
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We were taught from childhood to survive and not to give up.
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Huge and controversial country
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It's so hard to find a place in it, it's so easy to get lost
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Winter up to the neck, spring in the heart
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We were taught from childhood to survive and not to give up.
|
Huge and controversial country
|
It's so hard to find a place in it, it's so easy to get lost
|
Winter up to the neck, spring in the heart
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We were taught from childhood to survive and not to give up.
|
Huge and controversial country
|
It's so hard to find a place in it, it's so easy to get lost
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Winter is up to the neck, spring is in the heart. |