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Verse 1
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Collagia, Collagia
Collagia was a wooden Indian
standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
over in the antique store
Collagia
he don't know what he missed
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that poor old wooden head
He always wore his Sunday feathers
and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
and hoped someday he'd talk
Collagia
he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
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And then one day a wealthy customer
And took her oh so far away,
but old Collagia stayed Collagia
And wishes he was still an
Poor old Kalyza, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
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