I can hear Brazilian love songs, more every day
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They seem stronger on the wind-you don't seem so far away
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Someday I'm going to be there, someday I'll be
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Standing on your highest mountain looking out across the sea
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No longer here so cold and tired
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I'm getting out today from Ukraine ways
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From my childhood I've seen pictures, don't say a word
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Decadent scenes of smiling people half the way across the world
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When you live each day in colours of stone and gray
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Feelings start to rise within you-steal the chance and get away
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Much stronger now, I feel so inspired
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I'm getting out today from Ukraine ways
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I can feel your rhythm deep within me
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I can see your people dance
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Here I stand in the ice and snow
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Warm where the cold winds blow
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Colours that flash through my mind when I'm dreaming
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Soon will be seen with these eyes of my own
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Tropical days are the things that I live for
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No more Ukraine ways
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[Instrumental]
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I can feel your rhythm deep within me
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I can see your people dance
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Here I stand in the ice and snow
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Warm where the cold winds blow
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Colours that flash through my mind when I'm dreaming
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Soon will be seen with these eyes of my own
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Tropical days are the things that I live for
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No more Ukraine ways
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Ukraine Ways
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