| I may have seen some things out here, I wish I hadn’t seen
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| I’m sure I did some things last night, I wish I hadn’t been
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| So hungry for an uproar, I’ve been longing to break free
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| I haven’t been myself this year, but I can finally see
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| The night is young and I’m in love with icy Zhavaronki
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| So meet me by the lake tonight, I promise I won’t stray
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| Hold me close speak of yesterday
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| I may have seen you turn away, but still you couldn’t see
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| Your vanities had just been sung by everyone but me
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| So hungry for an uproar, I’d been longing to break free
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| I haven’t been myself this year, but I can finally see
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| The night is young and I’m in love with icy Zhavaronki
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| So meet me by the lake tonight, I promise I won’t stray
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| Hold me close speak of yesterday
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| So what’s become of you, my friend
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| What will become of us
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| What’s become of Zhavaronki
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| And who can we really blame
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| So hang around and count your days, your days before I rise
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| The devil’s on the other side, he’s donned a new disguise
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| He’s anxious for a change here, he’s longing to break free
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| I haven’t been myself this year, but I can finally see
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| The snow has plenty of secrets, just you wait and see
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| The crimson blood will tell a take of icy Zhavaronki
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| So meet me by the lake tonight, I promise I won’t stray
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| Hold me close and speak of yesterday |