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Deep in the jungle, drums are played by hand; |
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They're sending a message few would understand; |
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But I do, |
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'Cause like in the jungle of emotions, |
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People are getting lost; |
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What is right over time? |
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What should you tell me? |
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Deep in the jungle of emotions, |
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Some things are best unsaid; |
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Hide your past and I stay. |
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I want to be your number one- |
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Not one in a stupid line; |
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You want to tell me who you are, |
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But, baby, don't push it too far; |
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I wanna be your number one. |
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I do. |
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Once in my lifetime, |
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I'll be standing bride; |
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Once in my lifetime, |
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I will say 'I do' to a priest; |
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I wanna wrap my arms around you, |
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But all the things you've said, |
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Bring me down even though I'm glad you told me |
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Something about your past and future; |
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But enough is enough; |
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Now I know what to say. |
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Don't you think we have to work this out? |
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Do you have to make me scream and shout? |
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I want to be your number one- |
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Not one in a stupid line; |
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You want to tell me who you are, |
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But, baby, don't push it too far; |
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I wanna be your number one. |
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Feeling like a stranger- |
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Want you near; |
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Can we make some change here, |
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No more fear? |
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I'm feeling like a stranger; |
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Hah-ah-ah-ah-ah |
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I want to be your number one- |
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Not one in a stupid line; |
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You want to tell me who you are, |
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But, baby, don't push it too far; |