| You think the world will melt if you whistle
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| There’s a certain spring in your stride
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| You face the future like a heat-seeking missile
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| You’ve got yourself a smile a mile wide
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| Viva love
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| Viva love, viva love, viva love
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| Viva love
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| Viva, viva
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| Viva love
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| When lightning strikes you don’t look for shelter
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| You’re floating free, gravity defied
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| It’s hell for leather on a helter skelter
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| Just steel your nerves for a bright white knuckle ride
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| Viva love
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| Viva love, viva love, viva love
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| Viva love
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| Viva, viva
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| Viva love
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| Viva love, viva love, viva love
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| Viva love
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| Viva, viva
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| Viva love
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| In the battle of the sexes
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| Victory’s denied
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| I’m charging your tanks
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| With slingshots and knives
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| My troops they retreat
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| And run for their lives
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| I’m facing defeat
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| But somehow love survives
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| Viva love
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| Viva love, viva love, viva love
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| Viva love
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| Viva, viva
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| Viva love
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| Viva love, viva love, viva love
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| Viva love
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| Viva, viva
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| Viva love
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| Viva love |