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
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Nostalgia
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| Cracker |
