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Sashay away, you fucked it up, and don't remember me, my boss
It's fun, but our sleepless nights in that old hotel had no cost
In place of a scorching sun in Moscow, I prefer a village frost
I'll find my destiny, and you will understand what you have
You will see in my eyes celebration with a champagne waterfall
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