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Tiny people, with little guns. |
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Little armies march, to little drums. |
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What do they want? |
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What do they want? |
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Tiny soldiers, with little guns. |
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Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb. |
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They want you. |
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Little people, with tiny brains. |
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Little bullets flowing, in their veins. |
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What do they want? |
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What do they want? |
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Little airplanes, with tiny bombs. |
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Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of |
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Napalm. They want you, you. |
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You, you, you, you! |
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Tiny people, with little guns. |
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Little armies march, to little drums. |
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What do they want? |
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What do they want? |
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Tiny soldiers, with little guns. |
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Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb. |
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They want you, you. |
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You, you, you, you! |
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Tiny people, little guns. |
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Tiny people, little guns. |
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Tiny people, little guns. |
