| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| Olga steals drinks from distracted men in bars
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| While she dreams of the Soviets' return
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| It’s the price they should pay for thinking anyone her age
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| Should hear what they say
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| If you don’t wake up looking like death in the grass
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| How do you know that you’re not like the rest
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| And I know that you’re not going to rest
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| And I know that you’re really
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| So true
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| So true
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| Ylva chains herself to a rig in the sea
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| And nearly dies in the week she’s there
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| In a city sick with wealth and little else
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| It’s good to feel nothing at all
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| If you don’t lose some skin for the things you believe
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| How do you know that you really do
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| And I know that you really do
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| And I know that you’re really
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| Now you’re tied to each other
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| But by winter you’ll wonder
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| If boredom was just an excuse
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| For locking your arms as the black passing cars
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| Cast silhouettes of your youth
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| If you don’t lose your breath for the things you believe
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| How can you know that you really do
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| And I know that you really do
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| And I know that you’re really
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| So true
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| But I could never be
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| So true
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| Oh
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| So true
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| But I could never be
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| So true
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| So true
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| But I could never be, I could never be
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| So true
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| I could never be, I could never be
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| So true
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| I could never be, I could never be
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| So true
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| But I could never be, I could never be
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| So true |