| Leaping quick on leopard’s back
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| I face the brunt of his attack
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| In the land of nod I’m king
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| Until the alarm clock rings
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| Stepping out from safety’s door
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| I hear the rushing traffic roar
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| Smiling to myself I say
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| «…Hooray its a brand new day»
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| Slashing my way through vine
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| I’ll kill if I have to
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| I’ll be there on time
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| Clawed through the freeway jam
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| I curse at the guy who passed me
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| Last time 'round
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| In my office settled back
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| Drink a cup of coffee (black)
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| Stretch my mind and try’n erase
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| The thought of the day to face
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| Life is like the leopard’s den
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| And once you find you’ve fallen in
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| A safari of the heart
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| Surely comes to an end
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| Madness is our damnation
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| Strange is the situation we’re all in
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| To one man it matters nothing
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| Others it shatters something; |
| no one wins
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| I could not see it myself (Though I’d read about it)
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| I could not hear it myself (Though I’d heard about it)
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| I could not feel it myself (Though I knew that it was real)
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| I could not hear it myself (Don't you lie about it)
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| I could not feel it myself (But don’t you cry about it)
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| For there’s an animal in us all
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| The brunt of which you’ll see |