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I was in Alaska, shovelling the snowWhen I heard your song come on the radioIt was such a sweet sound, and I cannot let goWon't you come on over, be my eskimo?I see the sunAnd I see the rainOh, I see when you dieAnd I see againI was in Nevada, walking in the sunWhen I felt your spirit blow across my handIt was such a sweet touch to help me understandWhere to find the water and how to be a manI see the sunAnd I see the rainOh, I see when you dieAnd I see again From Letras Mania