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Steve Miller Band |
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Book of Dreams |
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Jungle Love |
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I met you on somebody's island |
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You thought you had known me before |
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I brought you a crate of papaya |
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They waited all night by your door |
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You probably wouldn't remember |
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I probably couldn't forget |
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Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain |
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Everything's better when wet |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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But lately you live in the jungle |
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I never see you alone |
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But we need some definite answers |
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So I thought I would write you a poem |
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The question to everyone's answer |
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Is usually asked from within |
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But the patterns of the rain |
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And the truth they contain |
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Have written my life on your skin |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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You treat me like I was your ocean |
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You swim in my blood when it's warm |
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My cycles of circular motion |
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Protect you and keep you from harm |
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You live in a world of illusion |
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Where everything's peaches and cream |
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We all face a scarlet conclusion |
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But we spend our time in a dream |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
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Jungle love it's drivin' me mad |
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It's makin' me crazy |
