| verse 1 Old Testament, Book of Ruth, 1:16
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| Verse 2, chorus Vasily K.
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| Verse 3, Sergey Averintsev
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| where will you go there and I will go
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| and where will you live there and I will live
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| your people will be my people
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| and your god will be my god
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| and where you will die there and I will die
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| and I will be buried with you
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| meet me get to know me
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| open me read me
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| touch me feel me
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| and while I'm with you, don't give me up
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| I have here a lonely feast of the flesh
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| you have a lonely holiday of the spirit there
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| the fact that we did not send links to each other
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| I say this cheese is stainless and not bad
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| You see Shibayatsu chavobol on me
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| so I'm more modern than even Oberst and Osha,
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| and I also have a hearty bro
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| they call Kirk
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| so I swear he is also good *
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| we burn julimba and twist the ropes
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| and in general we have fun and so and so
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| among our low and mid frequencies
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| there is not a single hertz of doubt that
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| what are you meant for
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| or (oh) sexy
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| the last one is correct, but
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| I don't believe in anything without smelling
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| not prying with a hoof, not resting a horn
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| without poking your paws
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| and if you are from this flood
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| not dark and not scary
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| know I know you live in the Togliatti Tower
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| lovelight!
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| meet me get to know me
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| open me read me
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| touch me feel me
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| and while I'm with you, don't give me up
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| learn to remember and remember
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| that I am a pinch of ashes
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| a bitter handful of litter
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| dust blown by the wind
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| dust that will return to dust
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| let me see this and that
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| ashes celebrating quickness
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| and imprinted on the ashes
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| your footprint
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| meet me get to know me
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| open me read me
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| touch me feel me
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| and while I'm with you, don't give me up |