| Look - I'm alive, my strings are ringing, there is no turning back.
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| If you even knew what a pool in the eyes, in his eyes.
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| It is so bright with him, so sweet with him and there is something to talk about.
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| A subtle mind, a grip of steel, and a connecting thread.
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| Chorus:
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| And if he calls, and I will go,
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| And I will follow him to the ends of the world.
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| Four months a year, winter lives in the capital,
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| And with him it's like it's summer all the time.
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| He rolls the field, the suitcase and the station, from the ship to the ball.
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| Free will, stuck arrows in the heart, we stole one.
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| With him, flights, as if into space, parallel worlds.
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| He is my rhythm, he is my air, everything is according to the rules of the game.
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| Chorus:
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| And if he calls, and I will go,
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| And I will follow him to the ends of the world.
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| Four months a year, winter lives in the capital,
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| And with him it's like it's summer all the time.
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| And if he calls, and I will go,
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| And if he calls, and I will go,
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| And I will follow him to the ends of the world.
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| And if he calls, and I will go,
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| And I will follow him to the ends of the world.
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| Four months a year, winter lives in the capital,
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| And with him it's like it's summer all the time.
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| All the time summer, all the time summer
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| All the time summer. |