Mr. Zivago – Russian Paradise
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I can’t sing to sleep at night
just keep thinking about you
wore a ring from my tears foreign die
and it looks like feels trouble in paradise
I remember when we talk it over
now conversation seems to get in the way
our love wins to share, is growing colder
it seems too little from the everyday