| Every avenue seems uncertain
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| This film beam plays across your hands
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| Some day I know you’ll change your place in here
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| Don’t let the sunset make you sad
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| In these jungles
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| In these jungles
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| The walls and the streets dissolve, I see
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| Rooms are all overgrown with leaf
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| Outside the sky’s so bright
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| We step out in the haze
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| Time and time again
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| In these jungles
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| In these jungles
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| In these jungles
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| Ghostly perfume, rose and hyacinth
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| A deep blue twilight over our heads
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| The vistas melt and change in film escape
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| Just like the sunrise, make you glad
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| In these jungles
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| In these jungles
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| Dressed as a private man I go
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| Fragile as any stance I know
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| Voice on a golden wind
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| I’m turning in the blaze
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| The place is not the same
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| I’ll meet you on summer streets you’ll see
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| Shadows and echoes made of me
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| Light on my hands, I know
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| You’re talking in the haze
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| The voice is not the same
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| The walls and the streets dissolve, I see
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| Rooms are all overgrown with leaf
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| Outside the skies so bright
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| You’re turning in the haze
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| You’re face is not the same
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| In these jungles
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| In these jungles |