I did not sail the seas or fly on the wind
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But I found the jungle and myself within
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I found you before I found myself
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But to the natives I looked like everyone else
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Brown skin under a tropical sun in the Jungle
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And then I heard the bass and felt the wind on my face
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As it throbbed and rippled from an inland place
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I found the sand and then my feet
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And I followed the trail of repetetive beats
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Into the drakness, in under the trees of the Jungle
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The guitrar? cries were like a flickering fire
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And I saw the light before I opened my eyes
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I would only find what I was looking for
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As crawled beneath the brambles on the forest floor
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I had been here many times before
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Hear the voices cry and see the sparks fly
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As before my eyes in the stinging smoke
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A streaming beast is at the end of ist rope
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At the end of fear, at the end of hope
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Round and round, beyonf ist reach
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Teh shadows flickered on the circling trees
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The naives dance, naked and wild
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Stamping their feet, and twirling their knives
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No one knows whta I felt in my heart
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As I rose to my feet and played my part in the Jungle
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The bass is the love that I feel in my heart
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The guitar you see is my learing tree
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The drums are the sound that you heard from the start
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They the are tools of the trade, of the craft and the art
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But when will I sail across endless seas?
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And what message will fly on the wind to me?
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What will is see in the smoke and the sparks?
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When , oh when, will I play my part in the Jungle?
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The Jungle
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