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Arabia, Arabia,

6 o'clock in the
I'm the last person in this plane still
Y'know, I can almost smell the washin' against the shores
Of lands that can't forget it's past

Oh, the wind that carries this
Is the wind of change, an' hellbent
Over the tops we go
Just like all the G.I. Joes, ee-ay-ee-ay-adios

This is your captain calling, with an urgent
We're above the of Arabia, our altitude is falling
An' I can't hold her up, there's no for thinking
All hands on deck, this is sinking

the beaches an' cranes, rivers an' trains
All the money I've made, bodies maimed
Time was when I to know
Just any other G.I. Joe

Should I cry like a baby, die like a
While all the planets go to war, joining hands
Oh, what a heaven, what a
You know there's nothing can be in the whole wide world

I don't know what's or right
I'm just a guy with bottled up insides
I ain't ever been to or believed in Jesus Christ
But I'm praying that with you when you die

This is your calling, with an urgent warning
above the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is falling
And I can't hold her up, there's no for thinking
All hands on deck, this is sinking

Arabia, Arabia,