All right come on whatcha know yeah whoa

Two little babies born in the middle of a jungle
Only Trying to survive and not to get shot down
Oh, they say 'that cannot be', as they reach for the top of the trees
Not knowing what’s going on

All my friends are dead and gone
Well come on Survive… I’ll survive on my own
All my friends are dead and gone
Well come on Survive

Two little babies born in the middle of Brooklyn
Well they’re Trying to survive and not to get shot down
Oh, they say 'that cannot be', as they reach for the top of the trees
Not knowing what’s going on

All my friends are dead and gone
Well come on Survive… I’ll survive on my own
All my friends are dead and gone
Well come on Survive

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