Oh, Mongolia
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Ocean floor is far away from you
Open the door, we can make this true
There is snow in the air, -39 degrees
And below in the desert horses run free
The Moon pulls back the ocean and makes the tide
I wish it could pull the motion of time
So not only in my memories would you be mine
And I could hold you back into my arms
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Oh, Mongolia
Oh, Mongolia
The Moon pulls back the ocean and makes the tide
I wish it could pull the motion of time
So not only in my memories would you be mine
Oh, mine
And I could hold you back into my arms
Oh, Mongolia
Oh, Mongolia
Oh, Mongolia
Oh