| Left behind everything I knew
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| All the colors but bone-white and sky-blue
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| Hit the continent running
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| Engines were humming just to break through
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| Antarctica, my only living relative
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| Antarctica, I can’t wait anymore
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| Under ice there’s a world moving slow
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| Carnelian stars and the bars down below
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| Serve only vodka and gin
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| I try to stay drunk so nobody knows
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| Antarctica, my only living relative
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| Antarctica, I can’t wait anymore
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| I can’t wait anymore
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| And then there’s morning
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| Each one feels like the first one
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| Ah, morning, so clean, so pure
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| Nothing so clear, now that I’m here
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| When I get back to the city
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| Everything’s cluttered and pretty
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| I won’t regret my return
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| I’ll just remember the wind and the snow
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| And the howling so loud
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| That it alone drowns out the inside of me Antarctica, my only living relative
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| Antarctica, I can’t wait anymore
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| I can’t wait anymore
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| I can’t wait anymore |