A song I wrote over breakfast. Will add dry stems. Lyrics:

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Hey Martina why so sad?
You’re the sweetest ptitsa I never had
Checkout tsarina baby-blonde
Supermarket Babylon.
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Hey Martina when you sigh
I see lost horizons in your faraway eyes
What keeps you here on a dull Nottingham night
Dispensing holy water neath flourescent light?
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Hey Martina just look at me
I feel like a stranger in my own country
Are we kindred spirits me and you?
Well here I am standing at the back of the queue!
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And when thru mucky streets you tread
Do you see rolling Steppes instead?
And when you curl up all alone
Does your spirit long for home?
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