The zebra, hunting for tigers,
tigers from Pluto, a spirit that burns
The future, unwilling to guide us,
guide us to love, so, the pattern returns
I'm just hoping for the morning sun
To shine on someone who won't make me feel wrong
Another night in the jungle
A jungle that echoes, my twosome-less life
Why bother, I know that you like me
Like me to death, so, just hand me the knife
I'm just hoping for the morning sun
To shine on someone who won't make me feel wrong I'm just hoping for the morning sun,
The morning sun who won't make me feel wrong

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