| Along trendy shops and long limousines
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| You left this winter, whispered: "I'm in a hurry!"
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| You jumped in the car, you were in a hurry, as always,
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| You made up your mind, but I love you!
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| And otpadny snowfall is not to blame for anything.
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| You're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
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| And in the transistor there is a blizzard, and with you there is snow, yeah,
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| And a snowstorm in my bed, blah blah blah!
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| For a moment, roads, highways became empty,
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| And fashionable details - well, what did you find in them?
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| You turned into a cold, and I already have a cold,
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| I draw in frozen puddles blah blah blah!
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| And otpadny snowfall is not to blame for anything.
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| You're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
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| And in the transistor there is a blizzard, and with you there is snow, yeah,
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| And a snowstorm in my bed, blah blah blah!
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| Let the serpentine ribbons confuse the shop windows,
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| I will still find the traces of your shoes!
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| And under the window in a snowdrift I write: love to the grave!
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| Stop the globe, minute, I'll get off!
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| And otpadny snowfall is not to blame for anything.
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| You're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
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| And in the transistor there is a blizzard, and with you there is snow, yeah,
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| And a snowstorm in my bed, blah blah blah!
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| And otpadny snowfall is not to blame for anything.
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| You're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
|
| And in the transistor there is a blizzard, and with you there is snow, yeah,
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| And a snowstorm in my bed, blah blah blah!
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| And otpadny snowfall is not to blame for anything.
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| You're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
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| And in the transistor there is a blizzard, and with you there is snow, yeah,
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| And a snowstorm in my bed, blah blah blah! |