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	     Cool breezes from the mountains blow
	     As I wake up and dress to go
	     On the island, dawn is breaking
	     In the harbor, tanker's waiting

	     From the land of the rising sun
	     They bring their old plutonium
	     And we unload it in the bay
	     For two dollars forty cents a day

	     Do you want my
	     Do you want my
	     Do you want my
	     Do you want my job

	     I hump the stuff, I take the cash
	     So my kids can wear Adidas
	     And if you live here, home, you know
	     We ain't got no place else to go

	     I remember when the air was sweet
	     And I brought home the fish to eat
	     Now we buy Spam from the grocery store
	     'Cause you can't eat the fish no more.

	     Do you want my
	     Do you want my
	     Do you want my
	     Do you want my job



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