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A Run Through The Jungle Is Nothing Like A Walk Through The Forest

Tears from a lion
Soldiers in a line
Jungle beast, running free
It's where we go every dream
Hollow steps on a muddy road
Fellow cattle fallow the herd
It's what is inside all our souls
Crescent moon, floating above my bed
Scattered remains of all our friends
It's what dwells inside our heads

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