| The Arctic lies I guess in you in you you-you-you
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| The white Antarctic’s settled down there too too-too-too
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| And there is nothing but this howling wind wind-wind-wind
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| The Arctic lies in you in you in you in you
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| Cold glaciers are already at the door
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| And snowflakes glisten on your frosted hair
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| So every morning I brush off this snow
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| There are no warm zones now on our maps
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| Siberia’s forced its way into our hearts
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| And our icebound lips no longer smile
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| It’s no use looking for warm zones on maps
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| I know these glaciers will defeat us
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| I know these glaciers will defeat us
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| Siberia!
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| Will win!
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| Oh no! |
| no!
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| It will!
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| Siberia!
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| Will win!
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| Oh no! |
| no!
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| Yes it will!
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| The Arctic lies I know in you in you
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| The white Antarctic’s settled down there too
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| And there is only this cold howling wind
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| So now you are the real Arctic
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| So now you are the real Arctic
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| Siberia!
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| Will win!
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| Oh no! |
| no!
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| It will
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| Siberia!
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| Will win!
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| Oh no! |
| no!
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| Yes it will!
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| Siberia!
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| Will win!
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| Oh no! |
| no!
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| Yes it will will-will-will
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| The window frosted by your ice-cold breath breath-breath-breath
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| And we’ll love and pray frozen to the bone bone-bone-bone
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| A frigid wind will rage under the bed bed-bed-bed
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| We’ll never go away to a warm zone zone-zone-zone
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| But now I think perhaps in a few years years-years-years
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| Zeppelins will softly land on our house house-house-house
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| They’ll drop a lot of maps yellowed with age age-age-age
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| Somebody warm will touch me saying
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| Somebody warm will touch me saying
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| Siberia!
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| Will win!
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| Oh no! |
| no!
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| It will!
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| Siberia!
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| Must lose!
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| No! |
| no! |
| no!
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| Yes it will!
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| Syberia!
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| Przegra!
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| O nie! |
| nie!
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| O tak!
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| Syberia!
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| Przegra!
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| O nie! |
| nie!
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| O tak! |
| tak
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| TAK! |