you don't love me like i love you
the streets of Russia turned your lips to blue
i know in my heart you're my own true love
but could i confess it to the barrel of a gun?
two lovers, two sighs, black hair, black eyes
two guns, two sides, soviet sci fi
i can't love you like you love me
there's a cold cold terror growing in Sochi
the scanners follow with their glassy eyes
i want to feel but i don't want to die
two lovers, two sighs, black hair, black eyes
two guns, two sides, soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
soviet sci fi
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