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Oh big stripey lie moving
Like a wavy line
Coming up behind
All young gentle dreams drowning
In life's grief
Can you hang on me?
Don't want to hurt you baby
I only want to help you
I could be good for you
Your name is being called by sacred things
That are not addressed nor listened to
Sometimes they blow trumpets
Only want to help you
Never want to hurt you
I know i could be good for you
Oh my god it's a jungle in here
You've got wild animals loose in here
Want to help you
Never hurt you
Good for you
Hey all you little waves run away
Mmm run away
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