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    10 months ago

    His name was Ivan, he was a vatnik

    With winter camo on his chest and a chinese knockoff vest

    He would dig trenches and drink the vodka

    And while he tried to stay alive

    They would still make Ivan drive

    Across the shell marked floor, the guns would daily score

    They were young and they had each their orders

    Who could ask for more?

    At the copa (co) Cope cage cabana (Cope cage cabana)

    The hottest spot east of Havana (here)

    At the copa (co) Cope cage cabana

    Himars and drones and no radios (use phones)

    At the copa they fell in love