COUNTING CROWS - 40 Years lyrics

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I was born in the jungle<br>With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air<br>I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here<br>They stalk on a circle<br>I've never been blessed with elephant's memory<br>I'm riding a red line nowhere<br><br>Refrain<br><br>If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for<br>If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away<br>If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir<br>If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain<br><br>I was born in a good home<br>Where the rising cost of raising children<br>Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me<br>I feel with the white noise (? )<br>Well I never did much of anything anyway<br>Jump n a big train nowhere<br>On a big train nowhere<br><br>Refrain<br><br>I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children<br>I wanna get me a good wife, and God and God and God and god<br>And I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television<br>I'll start me a new life somewhere<br><br>I was born on a warm night<br>On the right coast, southeastern america<br>Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear<br>I'll fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in the<br>Ocean somewhere