| 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 |