| Mother, I heard you call my name, but now
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| They say I have to leave the village now
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| Please, please, don’t disappoint me with your tears
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| Stand proud and stay, salute me when I leave
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| Oh, such foolish thoughts
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| Tearing at the very soul
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| Unconfirmed reports
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| Fighting by the dawn patrol
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| Crushed in lions' jaws
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| Battles with the torn apart
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| I can fight no more
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| Confusion in the very heart
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| Heart of the actual king
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| As night arrives, see monkeys climb down from the trees
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| And who has ever seen such foolish ones as these?
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| The monkey quivers with its guts torn open wide
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| Big jungle cats surround the conquered side
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| Oh, such fun and games
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| Fire bites to burn the soul
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| And decorate the damned
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| Try to hide the poor insane
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| They must, but don’t fall
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| Games that always end in tears
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| your tales
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| In fear of the approaching years
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| In fear of the actual king
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| A trail of blood, a trail of fire lights up the night
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| Appending scenes of chaos caught in beams of light
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| I perched and, elastic world
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| Just plant inside
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| Oh, such fun and games |