| If my head is a jungle, I sow the seeds of
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| Positive thought to grow the trees into
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| Fruitful groceries for my heart and my mind and my soul to feed.
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| Kill the doubt, smoke the weeds,
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| Then it’s full steam ahead on the open seas.
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| A place where I think and see lateral,
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| The free radical, dreams magical.
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| Sitting on my canopy, with a sunset stain mine that burns bright burgandy.
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| The universe is in all of us, the spark in the dark that can surge my circuitry.
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| Brainstorm and out breaks a whirlwind. |
| I’m surging, the soundscape is Merlin.
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| Feel life in the blood, sit back and buzz. |
| Live, laugh, and love.
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| My head is a jungle, jungle.
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| My head.
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| My head’s a jungle with a view of earth,
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| And I didn’t really know what to do at first.
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| Every thought is a seed so I used the dirt
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| And let it grow til it opened a universe.
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| Now I bring to life, whatever I imagine.
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| Eyes open, you’re heading for a labyrinth.
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| Fields of flowers, trees to the heavens,
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| And to win the war we won’t need any weapons.
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| Free in thought, cosmic bliss,
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| The speed of life through the forest mist.
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| Airborn, no stopping the dream
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| When my tummy’s getting tickled by the top of the trees.
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| It’s a breath of life, and a burning rose,
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| That’s where I start my journey and return to home.
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| The imagination is a head trip,
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| So enjoy the ride, it’s the best bit.
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| My head is a jungle, jungle.
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| My head.
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| My head is a jungle, jungle.
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| My head. |