Samson
Hunted
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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
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 you promised land
(REPEAT CHORUS )
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