To take the tiger from nature's laws,
And place in a cage for a small applause.
You look at the product, but not the cause,
You mess with the tiger, you get the claws.
A stripped hunter without a home,
With no more jungle in which to roam.
You look at the product, but not the cause,
You mess with the tiger, you get the claws!
Tatiana!
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Tatiana Lyrics

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