| I don’t need your salt rubbed in my wounds
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| I won’t try and tell you what you sould be or do
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| You dwell in your own tree and Iìll leave you that way
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| Now walk through the jungle of mystery
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| «Who goes there?» |
| you cried out to the night
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| A snake appeared ahead with demonic eyes, he said
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| «Hey come follow me, I’ll show you the way»
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| You said «OK, I’ll do anything you say»
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| There ain’t no love in the air you breathe
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| There ain’t no fire in the hearts you leave
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| Try to reminisce of how things used to be
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| Before you climb so high on that darkened tree
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| The snake slithered on through the jungle
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| You followed, but tightly in your palm, holding a rock
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| Waiting for your moment, yea.
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| At last you reached the river
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| It was a beautiful waterfall, but nowhere to cross
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| He turned and said «we must wait here for the boatman»
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| As he turned back, you cracked him over the head
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| and tossed him into the water
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| He was no use to you anymore.
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| There ain’t no love in the air you breathe
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| There ain’t no fire in the hearts you leave
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| Try to reminisce of how things used to be
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| Before you climb so high on that darkened tree
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| At last the boatman came
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| Over at him you waved shouting
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| «Please take me to the other side»
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| Boatman looked up and said «OK come take a ride»
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| You then asked «Have you any food?»
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| And then he smiled saying
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| «Yea, I do, why don’t you come stay with me for a while»
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| (If you need a place to crash a while)
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| Nights and days went by, and closer you became
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| Until you found a map of that goldmine
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| Off you ran into the midst of night
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| 'til you come to a crooked old bridge
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| You weren’t to know it was far too weak
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| As you fell into the rapids below
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| Then trying to swim up and over to the other side
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| Eventually, you pulled yourself out
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| Then staring back at a reflection into your own eyes
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| Screaming and wailing in the night
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| There ain’t no love in the air you breathe
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| There ain’t no fire in the hearts you leave
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| Try to reminisce of how things used to be
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| Before you climb so high on that darkened tree
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| There ain’t no love
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| There ain’t no love
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| There ain’t no fire
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| There ain’t no fire
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| Try to reminisce of how things used to be
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| Before you climb so high on that darkened tree. |