| Pouncing ray to ray through the dappled shadows
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| Light was pouring down upon the stepping stones
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| Felt like morning coming for his throne
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| I don’t know why but it looked like a tiger striped sky
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| Half the world was pulling on his colors
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| As nights turned into day to the hours
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| A glow was coming down, coming down
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| I don’t know why but if felt like a tiger striped sky
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| Tell me why
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| I’m underneath the tiger striped sky
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| Oh tell me why
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| I’m underneath the tiger striped sky
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| Tired of seeing adventures on café walls
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| Think I’ll take a turn from the known road
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| Think I’ll write a tale of my own
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| I’m going southbound to where the ocean’s flirting with the coast
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| Tell me why
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| I’m underneath the tiger striped sky
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| Oh tell me why
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| I’m underneath the tiger striped sky
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| So I’ll be giving up my stripes
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| Be painting with new colors
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| Beginning with dove-white
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| Oh I’ll be giving up my stripes
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| Be painting with new colors
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| Beginning with dove-white
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| (Oh I’ll be giving up my stripes)
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| (Be painting with new colors)
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| (Beginning with dove-white)
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| (Oh I’ll be giving up my stripes)
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| (Be painting with new colors)
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| (Beginning with dove-white) |