| Space ships can’t tame the jungle
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| And I feel like I’m giving in
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| We’ve been drivin thru a desert
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| Looking for a life to call our own
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| I push I pull the days go slow
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| Into a void we filled with death
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| And noise that laughs falls off their
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| Maps all cured of pain and doubts
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| In your little brain
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| Something’s coming sky is purple
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| Dogs are howling to themselves
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| Days are changing with the weather
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| Like a rip tide could rip us away
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| I push I pull the days go slow
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| Into a void we filled with death
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| And noise that laughs falls off their
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| Maps all cured of pain and doubts
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| In your little brain |