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On his Kiyv honeymoon uncle Volodya thought
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This land was made for you and me
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As they hoisted their blue and yellow flags
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He thought: "I see.."
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As his friend was thrown out of Kiev by uncle Samuel
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Uncle Volodya again thought: "I see!"
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"I cannot throw out," he thought
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However, pushing buttons
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Not the great red one,
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but all the small riots, referendums
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extremists, separatists, nationalists, presidents,
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This land was made for you and me
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In Kiev the great woman stands on the hill
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reminding everyone about the wars
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and those who died
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As tall as Lady Liberty she stands
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and just as beautiful
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Thinking about her uncle Volodya wonders
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if they must expand her
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like they did after Afghanistan
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The may already have done so
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He has not been there in a while
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and thousands have fallen already
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Uncle Volodya, No longer married to Ludmilla
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Is observing the great red button,
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thinking: "This land was made for you and me"
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WE PLAYED FOR THE REFUGEES
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♬Still haven't found what I'm looking for♬
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♬The answer is blowing in the wind♬
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♬I kissed a man in Reno and didn’t stop to wonder why♬
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It's hard to tell what stings the most
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Joy with no hope,or hope with no joy
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Dancing and clapping for a little while
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Love in three chords
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Blow my blues away