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Afterwards, it's like a dream |
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You can't remember but it seems |
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To stay alive inside your mind |
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And pray upon your leisure time |
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It happens in an open spot |
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The air is sticky and it's hot |
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First they take away our clothes |
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Then they lay us down in rows |
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A cloud appears and melts away |
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The flesh of some while others stay |
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Machines that look like little cars |
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Consume the bones and count the scars |
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Kick a cat, a cat, a cat today |
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Fish are dumb, pluck an eye from one |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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We're in a place that no one knows |
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We are prisoners of those |
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No one sees and no one hears |
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But everybody hates and fears |
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Every day they leave a tray |
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And take an empty one away |
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On that tray are chicken legs |
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Potato salad and some eggs |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |
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Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |