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Oh it must be over there see in the tall weed with his head leaned by an anthill by some water with a trumpet lightly sleeps the jungler but I'm not too sure that we'd go out like that so when we're older maybe sooner we'll take the fumes from factories to love us half important not important not unless you go for gusto maybe we could overtake him with a trumpet lightly sleeps the jungler wakes up and there goes with the gold but not all the gold safely waits in this place and when it's clear I'll get our gold I'll get our gold. when we're older we will thank the jungler for all the gold that comes out our pockets From Letras Mania