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MOSCOW ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
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Look at young Natasha fly
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Got gold medals in her starry eyes
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Di Di Di
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She's a family jewel and a national prize
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Tiny in her leotard, every day upon the double bars
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Di Di Di
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She's gonna be a superstar
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In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
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In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
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Born with wings upon his feet
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Number one in every major meet
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Di Di Di
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And he's racing toward a phantom heat
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And maybe in Valodya's dreams, Disneyland and a pair of new west jeans
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Di Di Di
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And a sequined shirt of Norma Jean
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In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
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In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
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Oh, how they dream
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Oh, how they dream
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Li Li Li Li Li Li
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She was 5 and he was 6
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They stole the family crucifix
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From the icons
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She was 6 and he was 7
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And they had their own idea of heaven
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To dream on
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Now they're in the bloom of youth
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And they were heading out to bring the gold
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And the glory to the motherland
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When all at once their names were banned
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From Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
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First the eagle, then the bear
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You both had an equal share of blame
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Di Di Di
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Blaspheming the sacred flame
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Natash and Valodya might take the pieces of their broken wings
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Di Di Di
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And send them off with the icon
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To Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
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When the flame will burn in Strawberry Fields forever and ever
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Li Li Li Li Li Li
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Oh, how they dream
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Oh, how they dream
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Li Li Li Li Li Li
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¨Ï Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
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MOSCOW ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
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joan baez |