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I met you on somebody's island
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You thought you had known me before
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I brought you a crate of papaya
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They waited all night by your door
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You probably wouldn't remember
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I probably couldn't forget
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Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain
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Everything's better when wet
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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But lately you live in the jungle
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I never see you alone
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But we need some definite answers
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So I thought I would write you a poem
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The question to everyone's answer
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Is usually asked from within
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But the patterns of the rain
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And the truth they contain
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Have written my life on your skin
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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You treat me like I was your ocean
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You swim in my blood when it's warm
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My cycles of circular motion
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Protect you and keep you from harm
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You live in a world of illusion
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Where everything's peaches and cream
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We all face a scarlet conclusion
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But we spend our time in a dream
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
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It's makin' me crazy
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Jungle Love
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| Steve Miller Band |
