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Nikita

Hey, Nikita is it cold,
in your little corner of the world?
You could roll around the globe 
and never find a warmer soul to know. 

Oh, I saw you by the wall, 
ten of your tin soldiers in a row. 
With eyes that looked like ice on fire, 
the human heart a captive in the snow.

Oh, Nikita you will never know, 
anything about my home.
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you. 
Nikita, I need you so. 
Oh, Nikita is the other side, 
of any given line in time. 
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,
oh no, Nikita, you'll never know. 

Do you ever dream of me? 
Do you ever see the letters that I write?
When you look up through the wire, 
Nikita, do you count the stars at night?

And if there comes a time, 
guns and gates no longer hold you in. 
And if you're free to make a choice, 
just look towards the west and find a friend.

Oh, Nikita you will never know, 
anything about my home.
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you. 
Nikita, I need you so. 
Oh, Nikita is the other side, 
of any given line in time. 
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,
oh no, Nikita, you'll never know.