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In the jungle of your mind I bedded with the clichés We sat round a campfire And talked about foreign trade You're favorite one stood up and begged to play charades We humored him only because we knew he had had a bad day Then the oldest and wisest asked me to sing I told him my voice was reminiscent of a bad dream He responded with laughter slapping his sides Then he pulled out a snake from the grass and held it while it slithered and writhed That night around midnight We lay under the stars We tried to use our imagination But it didn't take us very far You showed me constellations That didn't exist I told you I knew them had studied them when I was a kid You then took my hand and kissed me on the mouth I was shocked and bewildered But accepted it without The knowledge that your father Was watching from afar He took an axe and proceeded to chop my courage apart I ran further  and deeper into the jungle of your mind I found the clichés still siting enjoying their time I begged them to let me play charades The agreed politely They could see I had had a bad day
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
In the Jungle of Your Mind
In the jungle of your mind I bedded with the clichés We sat round a campfire And talked about foreign trade You're favorite one stood up and begged to play charades We humored him only because we knew he had had a bad day Then the oldest and wisest asked me to sing I told him my voice was reminiscent of a bad dream He responded with laughter slapping his sides Then he pulled out a snake from the grass and held it while it slithered and writhed That night around midnight We lay under the stars We tried to use our imagination But it didn't take us very far You showed me constellations That didn't exist I told you I knew them had studied them when I was a kid You then took my hand and kissed me on the mouth I was shocked and bewildered But accepted it without The knowledge that your father Was watching from afar He took an axe and proceeded to chop my courage apart I ran further  and deeper into the jungle of your mind I found the clichés still siting enjoying their time I begged them to let me play charades The agreed politely They could see I had had a bad day
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
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