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
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