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Now Could we go to the square they call |
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Congo I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone |
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Where the first of us stood before, before, before |
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Where we sat and played to revive our depleteted souls |
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Where we went to forget out freedom was not our own |
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Where we went to hold onto the memory of way back home |
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Now could we |
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Now could we |
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Now could we go |
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Get to cong, get to cong congo |
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Get to Cong, get to |
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Congo [Repeat] |
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Now Could we go to the square they call |
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Congo I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone |
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Where the first of us stood before, before, before |
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Where we made music in remembrance of human bodies sold |
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Where the sound of old pain became a new music of hoped |
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Where they paved me a road so i could get to |
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Congo Now could we |
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Now could we |
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Now could we go |
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Get to cong, get to cong congo |
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Get to Cong, get to |
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Congo [Repeat] |
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And i would not be here today if they had not been |
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So displaced, so displaced |
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But still |
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But still they made time to sing and play a song |
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A song in |
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Congo Get to cong, get to cong congo |
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Get to Cong, get to |
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Congo [Repeat until end of song] |
