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Bagheera
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Music: Chan Kinchla & Brendan Hill
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Lyrics: John Popper
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Bagheera walked into the bar and poured himself a drink
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His fur was stained with the blook of monkeys and he needed time to think
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The man at the bar said, "What are you doing here?"
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Bagheera let go a low soft purr that kept the man from coming near
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He said "I'm Bagheera, the mighty panther and the jungle is my home
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I'm free, free in all I see and that makes me free to roam
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Sometimes to feel the music of the jungle it can cause you pain"
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And the man heard Bagheera as the entire jungle joined in the big black cat's refrain
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One dark night the man cub came to the big black cat afraid
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The boy was sure that he was dying due to the endless stream of water that his eyes made
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Yeah the cat knew why when he said, "I don't want to die" for these are the ways of men
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The boy cried, "Teacher, teacher I don't, understand this ache within me"
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The great cat sighed and (then softly he began)
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He said, "Indeed thou art a man's child now and the world is yours to give and take
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The time has come now for your awareness to change forever and there's a choice for you to make
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You may remain here in the jungle and hunt with the free people
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Or if you feel the man's God calling you return to your kind in the village and worship at his steeple
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The only thing you must do is what you feel in your heart is true
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I will hunt now and leave you on your own to decide what to do"
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The mighty panther went on his hunt
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Secret Lord of the jungle beneath the night sky
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And some say if you could have seen him then you'd have noticed a single tear fall from his majestic eye
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Bagheera
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Blues Traveler |