| Morning breaks on the ancient plain
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| Roars and yawns score the morning rain
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| And the lions hunt and the young cubs play
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| As another day begins
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| Mothers watch with suspicious eye
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| At the parade of life passing by
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| And a distant growl hides a tortured cry
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| As the hunger closes in
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| On the prideland
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| On the prideland
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| The lion king and the lioness
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| Defend their kingdom against the best
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| Their pride’s survival’s the only test
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| And all the proof their life demands
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| Stalking noiseless in search of prey
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| Tooth and nail till the light of day
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| Sons and fathers fight side by side
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| As the fittest take their stand
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| On the prideland
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| On the prideland
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| And time was
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| When the beasts of the wild ran free
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| And time was
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| When they lived lives of dignity
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| Before the sound of gunfire and thunder filled the land
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| And the generations would thrive as it was planned
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| Before the sound of gunfire and thunder filled the land
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| And the generations would thrive as it was planned
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| Hand in hand
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| Sun sinks so low on the killing field
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| By the sunrise all wounds have healed
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| In the silence all nature yields
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| To the way it’s meant to be
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| Tomorrow life takes another turn
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| Around each corner we live an learn
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| From the pride of lions we take our cues
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| In the art of being free
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| On the prideland
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| On the prideland
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| On the prideland
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| On the prideland |