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P.P.R. by Handsome JET All my friends play D.D.R. But I sing about my P.P.R. Na Na Na . . . Got to tell my friends Im getting out of this town Got to pack my bags And bring my wagon around * Moving out To the mountains skies and trees Moving out Where nobody wants to beat anyone And nobodys bugging me (P.P.R!) Na Na Na . . . See the open sky With no electrical wire Makes you want to cry With freedom, hope and desire Repeat * ** I wanna be where the creatures are free Pastel paradise rapture in fantasy Grab what you can And well head for the wild country Na Na Na . . . Repeat * Repeat ** Na Na Na . . . |