I could swear her dark hair smelled like love while I drove to her room where we spooned on that bed there we met now that I lost your love I regret lost myself what is left is the stub of the ticket I bought
and there I stand like a soldier that lost his hand and there I go to where I do not know and there I fly to where the people lease their cries and still there I stand stealing them their cries I steal their cries
I could swear her dark hair smelled like love while I drove to her room where we spooned on that bed there we met now that I lost your love I regret lost myself what is left is the stub of the ticket I bought
so here I am, without a cab standing in the rain and so I go to the place that we had been before now that I have you here so sweet by my side you make me laugh I swear I won't be rough I won't be rough
I, I go, and run, and then I I send her kisses from Russia with love while some girls are there that do some dancing above our sweet tiny dreams and declare us as fools while they smile about our style they do use us as tools I love Russian virgin's blood
I love Russian virgin's blood Russia made me cry
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I could swear her dark hair smelled like love while I drove to her room where we spooned on that bed there we met now that I lost your love I regret lost myself what is left is the stub of the ticket I bought
I go, and run, and then I I send her kisses from Russia with love while some girls are there that do some dancing above our sweet tiny dreams and declare us as fools while they smile about our style they do use us as tools I love Russian virgin's blood