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He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
Trancers don't believe, they pray for the sound.
Trancers don't leave, they stay with you for all time.
Trancers don't conceal, they let you feel the shine.
Trancers don't hate, they are hearty.
Trancers don't die, they join another party!