| I was trying to be a soldier
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| But his rocket arms were much too good
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| I flew across the sea, and over boulder
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| To see a fire blazing without wood
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| I was trying to be a lady
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| I was trying to be very very nice
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| He was trying to make me crazy
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| Made me miss my igloo made of ice
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| It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him
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| It was a luxury, it was too much
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| Nothing really ever was surprising him
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| His brush and bass were what he loved to touch
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| I was trying to be a soldier
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| But his rocket arms were far too good
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| I flew across the sea, and over boulders
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| To see a fire blazing without wood
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| I was trying to be a lady
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| I was trying to be very very nice
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| He was trying to make me crazy
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| Made me miss my igloo made of ice
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| It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him
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| It was a luxury, it was too much
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| Nothing really ever was surprising him
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| His brush and bass were what he loved to touch
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| Lasers never sent to strike it down
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| Have given up your heart without a sound |