| When love and war take prisoner of the soldier in you,
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| When your desire’s under fire…
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| (Just call on me, call on me, I’m your personal army!)
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| Baby, I’ll be there…
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| (Just call on me!) Call… (I'll be your personal army!)
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| Your antidote for despair…
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| When you’ll burn bridges, fall in trenches to protect your happiness;
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| Now your airplane’s grounded, troops surrounded…
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| (Just call on me, call on me, I’m your personal army!)
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| Baby, I’ll be there…
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| (Just call on me!) Call on me… (I'll be your personal army!)
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| Yo' antidote for despair…
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| When love and war has captured your sense of humor,
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| I’m like the night with my charm and my wit, baby…
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| (Just call on me, call on me, I’m your personal army!)
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| Baby, I’ll be there…
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| (Just call on me!) Ooh! |
| (I'll be your personal army!) Personal army, baby!
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| Your antidote for despair…
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| (Just call on me, call on me, I’m your personal army!)
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| Baby, yeah…
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| (Just call on me!) Call on me… (I'll be your personal army!) Personal army,
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| baby!
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| Antidote for despair… |