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C-em-am-f |
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F-g-am-g-f-dm-g |
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And here is ivanovich |
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In his rocket ship |
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Spinning helplessly |
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Up above the earth |
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While his heart is splintered |
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All the girls of winter |
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Are buried in their coats anonymous |
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While winter girls are waiting |
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Ivanovich in high rotation |
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He is just another star |
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Up in the sky |
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While the world was waiting |
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We're overwhelmed by some sensation |
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Of something long ago and far away |
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Like general jackson's arm |
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It's buried on some farm |
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While the fever |
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Pushes words from his lips |
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And by the drunken river |
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Where the soldiers shiver |
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We rest beneath the shade of the trees. |
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While winter girls are saying |
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Each of us a tiny nation |
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You're just another star |
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But so am i. |
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While the world was waiting |
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We're overwhelmed by some sensation |
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Of something long ago and far away |
