Lyrics

Antarctica

On the TV I saw the explorers
Buried now beneath the snow
An I am afraid sometimes of dying
But even cowards die, I suppose

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In Antarctica, oh, the cold'll kill you
You've got to be prepared to suffer
In Antarctica

I gave up the drink and I gave up the smoking
Ah, but what's the point of that?
Give me just a bit of sugar tonight
But honey please don't leave me flat

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I had a dream of Phoenix Arizone
I was standing ion the desert all alone
And I dreamed that I would stand like that forever
No living thing, just sand and stone

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