| He watches the other beasts
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| Quiet and dignified
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| Claws like flicknifes
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| He don’t have to hide
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| Waiting until the time is right
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| Pouncing like a thief in the night
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| But they keep on coming through the jungle track
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| When they feel the power on the hour
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| Wish they had turned back
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| The air is fill with a mighty roar
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| They stand there as always as before
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| The warrior’s strong, the warrior’s proud
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| The warrior stands at the edge of the crowd
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| The warrior’s brave, the warrior’s cool
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| Even when he’s got his back against the wall
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| He’s the king of the jungle
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| They stand by each other like a brother
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| Like a lions pride
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| They won’t turn away or stray
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| To the other side
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| Even though they’re few and far between
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| They’ll stand by you no matter where you’ve been |