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In the cold winds that blow
Across the meadow trees
Comes an indian with a
Tropical disease
He is running and
Screaming and freaking out
Cutting his head
To get the fever out

He wandered from his
Home so long ago
Drained from the day
That he can\'t let go
Leaving his wife and life behind
Tattooed hands that will surely die

Back in his head
Angels dream
Twirling in space
So serene

He runs through the desert with his thoughts alone
His body is tired nothing but skin and bones
His head was spun out of control
Crying desperately to hold onto his soul

He falls to his knees in the burning sand
Cradles his head in his blackened hands
Never was a dream life would come to this
It was only just a passionate twist

Softly he sighs
He crawls through his eyes
A two second dream
On the brink of eternity

Fantasy crawls close beside
Nightmare isn\'t far behind
Wondering what where and why
Am I on the otherside?

Otherside... (x3)

Tribal Funk Affliction
Primal man\'s addiction


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@ Tribal Funk Affliction

In the cold winds that blow
Across the meadow trees
Comes an indian with a
Tropical disease
He is running and
Screaming and freaking out
Cutting his head
To get the fever out

He wandered from his
Home so long ago
Drained from the day
That he can\'t let go
Leaving his wife and life behind
Tattooed hands that will surely die

Back in his head
Angels dream
Twirling in space
So serene

He runs through the desert with his thoughts alone
His body is tired nothing but skin and bones
His head was spun out of control
Crying desperately to hold onto his soul

He falls to his knees in the burning sand
Cradles his head in his blackened hands
Never was a dream life would come to this
It was only just a passionate twist

Softly he sighs
He crawls through his eyes
A two second dream
On the brink of eternity

Fantasy crawls close beside
Nightmare isn\'t far behind
Wondering what where and why
Am I on the otherside?

Otherside... (x3)

Tribal Funk Affliction
Primal man\'s addiction



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pretty sure we all got the fever out last night.
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so, what ever happened to this song in recent setlists?
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I can\'t believe that I broke my toe dancing to this song.
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The best music is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with - Bruce Springsteen
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I can\'t believe that I broke my toe dancing to this song.

Nice....I have def. wrecked some ankles myself.

Ds I likewise enjoyed this tune. Jordan used to play a sweet ditty run in it. Well I guess they\'re in unison but the keys always seemed to highlight.
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