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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
and not worry what i'm gonna dream now
yeah the time's come and gone
and i know where i'm from
i can be so
it's hasta mañana
you're on your own banana-skin feet now
yeah i've been
hung in a bad place
i've no
sun on my face
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 of juice
to devour with ease now
i can sing to the trees
tarzan on harmonies for free yeah
you've been bought and you're stolen
nature is callin for me
you got me
yeah i've been
hung in a bad place
i've no
sun on my face
i've been
hung in a bad place for too long
yeah i've been
hung in a bad place
i've no
sun on my face
i've been
hung in a bad place for too long
for too long, for too long, for too long
for too long, for too long, for too long
for too long, for too looooooooooooooooong
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