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Some things get started |
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Some things get finished then fade away, |
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But some of us made our own rules from the start |
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A year in the wilderness |
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We sat it out now we're home again |
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And playin'.... |
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Into the den with the lions |
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Too many good friends I lost |
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They say it's a price you pay |
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So don't try to force my hand |
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I can't give any more. |
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We'll cut every corner to cross every border |
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Hello again! |
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Play... |
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Into the den with the lions |
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It's so good to be home |
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Back into the den with the lions. |
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Deep in my darkest of hours |
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I find myself all alone |
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I hear a voice and I look to the sky |
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There was an eagle |
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An eagle that's flying into the sun, |
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(and he whispered) |
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Play... |
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Into the den with the lions |
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It's so good to be home |
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I'm falling -back into the den with the lions |
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feels so good to be home... |