Vārdi: Samsons. Hunted.

I'm the lion, king of the jungle
following my food home
Hunting around for some real life
Don't want to know where any fool knows

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Nobody understands me
Don't talk to me, I can't see
You're nailing my brain to a tree
Why can't you just let me be

If I wrote these words on paper
You would strangle them in your hands
Then sail on in your burning boats

into your promised land

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[SOLO]

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