| Give me a swamp, a deep dark bog
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| Where I can lose my way in pools of slippery mud
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| Give me cold, cold rain; |
| a cloud of stinging bugs
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| Deadly nightshade, poison oak; |
| give me the wild, wild wood
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| The wild, the wild, wild, wild wood
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| We can dress in skins, wrap our feet in bark
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| And you can growl at me or hit me with a rock
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| When you want to say, «I love you» in the dark
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| And I will bark like a dog in your arms
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| In the wild, the wild, wild, wild wood
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| We can make a god out of sticks and bones
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| Or we can pray to the trees or pray to the sun
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| And our eyes will shine when we start to scream
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| With the hungry wolves outside our freezing cave
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| In the wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |