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It's a long long way to Canada. It's a long way from bow chains. Donkey venders slicing coconut. No parkas to their name. Black babies covered in baking flour. The cook's got a carnival song. La
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Join our army, join our band. Join our army and be a real man. Abandon hope who enter here. Land of hopelessness and fear. A band of gypsies a band of gold. Won't save your hide won't save your s