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Didn, t know she was crying |
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Until now as she turns to look at me |
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She said boy o' boy you bring tears to my eyes |
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I said what, she said |
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Boy o' boy you bring tears to my eyes |
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Bob Marley said |
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How long shall they kill our prophets |
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While we stand aside and look |
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But little did he know that |
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Eventually the enemy |
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Will stand aside and look |
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While we slash and kill |
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Our own brothers |
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Knowing that already |
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They are the victims of the situation |
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Still licking wounds from brutality |
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Still licking wounds from humiliation |
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She said all these words and the |
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Wrinkles on her face became |
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Perfect trails for the tears and she said; |
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Chorus: (x3) |
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We are the victims everytime |
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We got double trouble everytime |
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She took me outside to the churchyard |
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Showed me graves on the ground |
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and she said; |
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There lies a man who fought for equality |
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There lies a boy who died in his struggle |
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Can all these heroes die in vain |
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While we slash and kill our own brothers |
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Knowing that already they are the |
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Victims of the situation |
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Still licking wounds from brutality |
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Still licking wounds from humiliation |
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Chorus till fade |
