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Give me a swamp, a deep dark bog |
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Where I can lose my way in pools of slippery mud |
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Give me cold, cold rain, a cloud of stinging bugs |
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Deadly nightshade, poison oak, give me the wild, wild wood |
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The wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |
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The wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |
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We can dress in skins, wrap our feet in bark |
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And you can growl at me or hit me with a rock |
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When you want to say "I love you" in the dark |
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And I will bark like a dog in your arms |
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In the wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |
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The wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |
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We can make a god out of sticks and bones |
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Or we can pray to the trees or pray to the sun |
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And our eyes will shine when we start to sing |
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With the hungry wolves outside our freezing caves |
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In the wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |
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The wild, the wild, wild, wild wood |
