(Pack - Puerta - North - Drummond)
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Leaping quick on leopard's back
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I face the brunt of his attack
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In the land of nod I'm king
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Until the alarm clock rings
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Stepping out from safety's door
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I hear the rushing traffic roar
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Smiling to myself I say,
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"...Hooray its a brand new day"
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Slashing my way through vine
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I'll kill if I have to
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I'll be there on time
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Clawed through the freeway jam
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I curse at the guy who passed me
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Last time 'round
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In my office settled back
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Drink a cup of coffee (black)
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Stretch my mind and try'n erase
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The thought of the day to face
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Life is like the leopard's den
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And once you find you've fallen in
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A safari of the heart
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Surely comes to an end
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Madness is our damnation
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Strange is the situation we're all in
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To one man it matters nothing
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Others it shatters something; no one wins
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I could not see it myself (Though I'd read about it)
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I could not hear it myself (Though I'd heard about it)
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I could not feel it myself (Though I knew that it was real)
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I could not hear it myself (Don't you lie about it)
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I could not feel it myself (But don't you cry about it)
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For there's an animal in us all
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The brunt of which you'll see
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The Brunt
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| Ambrosia |
