| The zebra, hunting for tigers
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| Tigers from Pluto, a spirit that burns
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| The future, unwilling to guide us
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| Guide us to love, so the pattern returns
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| I’m just hoping for the morning sun
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| To shine on someone who won’t make me feel wrong
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| Another night in the jungle
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| A jungle that echoes, my twosome-less life
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| Why bother? |
| I know that you like me
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| Like me to death, so just hand me the knife
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| I’m just hoping for the morning sun
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| To shine on someone who won’t make me feel wrong
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| I’m just hoping for the morning sun
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| To shine on someone who won’t make me feel wrong
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| I’m just hoping for the morning sun
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| To shine on someone who won’t make me feel wrong
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| I’m just hoping for the morning sun
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| To shine on someone who won’t make me feel wrong
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| I’m just hoping for the morning sun
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| The morning sun who won’t make me feel wrong |