| If the elephants have past lives
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| Yet are destined to always remember
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| It’s no wonder how they scream
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| Like you and I, they must have some temper
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| And I am dreaming of them on the plains
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| Dirtying up their beds
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| Watching for some kind of rain
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| To cool their hot heads
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| And how dare that you send me that card
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| When I’m doing all that I can do
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| You are forcing me to remember
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| When all I want is to just forget you
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| If the tiger shall protect her young
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| Then tell me, how did you slip by?
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| All my instincts have failed me for once
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| I must have somehow slept the whole night
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| And I am dreaming of them with their kill
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| Tearing it all apart
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| Blood dripping from their lips
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| And teeth sinking in to heart
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| And how dare that you say you will call
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| When you know I need some peace of mind
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| If you had to take sides with the animals
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| Won’t you do it with one who is kind?
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| If the hawks in the trees need the dead
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| If you’re living, you don’t stand a chance
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| For a time, though you share the same bed
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| There are only two ends to this dance
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| You can flee with your wounds just in time
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| Or lie there as he feeds
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| Watching yourself ripped to shreds
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| And laughing as you bleed
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| So for those of you falling in love
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| Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right
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| Throw yourself in the midst of danger
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| But keep one eye open at night |