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		Walking down the street at night 
frantic 
no rest in your heart. 
So much for Santana Abraxas. 
 
No rest in your head either. 
You search 
wildly 
for something you know you MUST find 
but can’t find it. 
 
It must be the music. 
Free rhythm 
jungle 
restless, whipping-up. 
 
Can’t get those bongos 
out of your ears. 
 
Lion of the jungle 
in a city cage. 
 
ROAR 
 
 
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Langwitch Woodstock aime BREIZH!!! 
 
[Dit bericht is aangepast door Woodstock (31-08-2001).]
	 
	
	
	
	
	
		
		
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