| One morning I woke up outside
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| And the air I took into my lungs
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| It made the Indian in me cry
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| I screamed out, «Ah-ahhh» jungle call
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| And talked loud, but said nothing at all
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| It made the Indian in me cry
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| 'Cause I’ve tried all of God
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| But I would never forget his name
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| And I’ve talked a whole lot
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| But I will never forget his face
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| Though I’m on top of the world
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| I’m in the well known, catastrophia lands (uh uh uh uh)
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| I’d go the far end of the world for you
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| The man on the ferry
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| A penny of each of my eyes is the fee
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| I’d go the far end of the world
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| Ah ah ah-ah ah
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| Ah ah ah-ah, ah-ah
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| It seems as close as the star to the moon
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| And my jacket 'till my skin
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| And it seems as far as the mountains of the moon
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| And your door sign «Welcome in»
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| It made the Indian in me cry
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| I’d go the far end of the world for you
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| The man on the ferry
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| A penny of each of my eyes is the fee
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| I’d go the far end of the world
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| I’d go the far end of the world for you
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| The man on the ferry
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| A penny of each of my eyes is the fee
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| I’d go the far end of the world
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| Ah ah ah-ah ah
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| Ah ah-aaaah, ah ahh
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| One morning I woke up outside
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| And the snow that came down on my face
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| It made the Indian in me cry |