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The Jungle
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2008 Sometimes when life doesn't turn out how it's supposed to
And you feel so lost in the world, like it's a jungle
The sounds of the night, the scratches and screams
They seem oh so familiar, like every night in your dreams
Then you wake up, you're crying
Your insides slowly dying
So you grasp what you're close to
A comforting pillow
Not the one who everyone says
Should be laying beside you
Well, what do they know, they haven't lived in the jungle
Where everything you think should go the way it's supposed to
Until you realize your dreams are just as they seem
The scratches and screams are not what you're imagining
Then you wake up, you're crying
Your insides slowly dying
You look for what's familiar
It's just an old picture
Not the one who everyone says
Should be laying beside you
