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Hung in a Bad Place |
I can go where I wanna
Be who I wanna be now
I can sleep under water
Never worried what I’m gonna dream now
Yeah the times come and gone
And I know where I’m from
And can be so...
It’s hasta manana
You’re on your own banana skin feet now
Yeah I’ve been hung in a bad place
Had no sun over my face
Yeah I’ve been hung in a bad place
For too long
I can say what I wanna
Feel how I wanna feel now
I can squeeze all the hours
I choose to devour with ease now
I can sing to the trees
Tarzan on harmonies for free yeah
You’ve been blocked and you’re stalling
Nature is calling for me (you got me!)
Yeah I’ve been hung in a bad place
Had no sun over my face
Yeah I’ve been hung in a bad place
For too long
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