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I've been lost in a jungle |
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For an hour and fifteen days |
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Hopelessly searching for exits |
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In this lethal maze |
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Footsteps I have taken |
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Each one driving me insane |
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Always turning in circles |
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In this hostile jungle |
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Having dropped my last piece of food |
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The most vital thing I never wished to loose |
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I slipped and found myself in a dark place like hell |
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At the bottom of a pit where I had fell |
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Surrounded by a rancid smell |
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Of corpses that previously fell |
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Among bones shredded flesh and crawling maggots |
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Then I knew that I shall stay there to rot |
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Gashes appearing everywhere |
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Scars I'm wishing in despair |
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Before maggots devoured my insides |
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I'll commit myself to suicide |
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[Lead: Luc Lemay] |
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Above me I heard people talking |
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Having lost my voice, I was unable to scream |
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They had a look and saw me lying in my knees |
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Then went away thinking I was deceased |
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Below me no one is talking |
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If you have your voice, just once you're screaming |
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Have a fast look before falling on your knees |
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No hope is left when you are deceased |
