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Ooowee, who to believe? |
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Father's turned into a child |
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Oh Lord have mercy on me |
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Oh please look through my eyes |
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Look through my eyes, it's no surprise |
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Oh why do they treat you badly? |
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When you sleep slaves know they're free |
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Your pain is killing me |
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Your shadow weeps in my room |
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Weeps in my room, you aged too soon |
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And now? It's the prodigal funk |
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No-one knows where it's come from |
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One wish one last fools wish |
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Please show the blinded road, the blinded road |
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And then I'll go |
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Ooowe, who to believe? |
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Mothers turned into fear |
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Oh Lord have mercy on me |
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Tell feeling to pull us near, to pull us near |
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I promise I won't compare |
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And now? A strangers at my door |
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Offering me money to say some more |
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Should I take the gold and run? |
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Or should I play the prodigal funk, the prodigal funk |
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See me gone |
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Upon your crown of beautiful white hair |
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I cried on |
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My tears flowed where flowers don't dare |
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To lie on or die on |
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Because they know that |
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Wherever the thruth is born |
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The day will come |
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Some say that black is despair |
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But you shine on |
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Some say Africa's going nowhere |
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You proved them wrong, them wrong |
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Cos they know wherever the truth is born |
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The day will come, the day will come, the day will come |