| in the jungle you can sleep
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| with the commandments at your feet
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| where the devil lays his hand
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| you don’t even need to think
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| I’m tearin holes without a sink
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| but I know just where I stand
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| lines from the story you put before me
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| I don’t know what to choose
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| under the oak tree tin all around me
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| I don’t know what to prove
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| yeah she felt you felt like hell
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| in the jungle you’re in the jungle
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| you’re in the jungle that’s you
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| in the jungle you’re in the jungle
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| you’re in the jungle ooooooohhh
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| and I’ll be waitin for a hit yeah
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| ain’t gonna seem fair tonight
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| and I’ll keep havin other fits yeah
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| because it makes me feel alright
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| alright alright ooohhh ooohhh yeah right ooohhh ooohhh yeah
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| so if you should need a hand
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| write down the address of the land
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| but I’m runnin out of time
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| I’ll tell you when it’s time to leave
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| you’re never gonna get clean |