| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| The locomotive with pistons of steam
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| Throwing Cupid’s arrows at each other across the frozen park
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| After sentry duty in the dark
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| Stuck on the asphalt with the team
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| All Dana could do was cry
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| The StB won’t silence the dream
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| If Standa’s not coming, then neither will I
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| Can we still run under the freezing shadow of a thirty-metre Stalin?
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| His face twisted, hurting
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| He burst through the Iron Curtain
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| With Dana on his back, with a quiver of darts
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| Steaming and dreaming all across the frozen park
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| In war and peace and frozen weather
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| Put your fingertips and your thumb together
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| Put your lover on your back and run into the night
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| And forget about the burning trees in the East
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| And forests in the West, and blackened sky
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| And sun like a, sun like a, sun like a bloodshot eye up there
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| And we’re right here, happy New Year
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| Too bad it’s covered in smoke
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Sweet Dana and the Czech Locomotive
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| Can we still run under the freezing shadow of a thirty-metre Stalin?
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| His face twisted, hurting
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| He burst through the Iron Curtain
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| With Dana on his back, with a quiver of darts
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| Steaming and dreaming all across the frozen park |