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soldier of fortune you go wherever the call is soldier of fortune you go wherever it is thirty three and a third revolutions per minute bright lights go through his head gonna bring down the government gonna write to that girl but first he puts on his walkman instead retreats to a world where no one can hurt him at least till the batteries die soldier of fortune . . . revolutions per minute! |
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A thousand miles an hour! |
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This is another call to arms do you know where you're going? |
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Do you know what you're doing? |
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Or are you gonna stick to your guns? |
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But he made a vow that he would never run away |
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I am a lonely soldier boy thousands of miles from my home soldier of fortune . . . not me |