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 Miss Pavilichenko(SIC)'s well known to 
 Russia's your country, fighting is your 
 The whole world will love her for a long  to come,
 For more than three hundred nazis fell  your gun.
 
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  by your gun, yes,
 Fell  your gun
 For more than three hundred nazis  by your gun.
 
 Miss Pavlichenko's  known to fame;
 Russia's your country,  is your game
 Your  shines as bright as any new morning sun.
 But more than three hundred  fell by your gun.
 
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 In  mountains and canyons quiet as the deer.
 Down in your  (SIC) knowing no fear.
 You lift up your sight. And down comes a 
 And more  three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun.
 
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 In your hot summer's heat,  your cold wintery snow,
 In all kinds  weather you track down your foe;
 This world  love your sweet face the same way I've done,
 'Cause more than three hundred nazzy (SIC) hound fell  your gun.
 
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  hate to drop in a parachute and land an enemy in your land.
 If your Soviet people make it so hard  invadin' men;
 I wouldn't  to meet that wrong end of such a pretty lady's gun
 If her name was Pavlichenko, and mine  O One.
 
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