My heart beats plum out of my chest,
the tribal beat of drums in my chest.
All day and night of drums in my chest,
when I lay down to rest,
all I can hear is those drums in my chest.
Those darn drums wont leave me.
Someday I won't wake,
and my body will get rest,
from those tribal drums beating in my chest.
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