We believe a man’s no more than a snowflake in this life
Well, we may be made of carbon stuff, but he speaks in unique lines
Oh, the soldiers on the line
Don’t be no prisoner of time
Don’t be no prisoner, baby
Try as I said to spend our lives in no test of mettle
In our world, a man’s no more than a flower petal
Oh, the soldiers on the line
Don’t be no prisoner of time
Don’t be no prisoner, baby
Brothers and sisters, boys and girls all join hands
Drop your bread crumbs and pop your fingers,
And listen to the band
Oh, the soldiers on the line,
Don’t be no prisoner of time
Don’t be no prisoner, baby
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