I can't ignore this game, my dear
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all your insinuations break me
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I have a faint, slight idea
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of what is like your favourite nation.
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Hit me with one more kiss
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you won't find a better miss
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or just keep wondering in your palace
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you could as well take me for a flash dance.
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Every single night I'll sleep in silent sights
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not to disturb your dreaming.
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No more insinuations or fake idilic nations
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will set me far from where you are.
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Each single, warming night.
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Oh, each single, warming night.
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Nick Drake
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Russian Red |