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Tafari tries to get a job |
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Ten letters behind his name |
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Born up in the cornfields |
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Tafari doesn't know the game |
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The game is no respect for life |
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Even less for rules |
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Winners only need apply |
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Sorry no rooms for fools |
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Tafari, looks up to the stars and |
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Wonders if there's life on |
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MarsSome say, he should shave his head |
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But he's proud to be a dread' |
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Cos, I'll be better, |
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I'll be stronger |
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For the truth, |
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I know takes longer |
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I've the cunning of the tiger |
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And the Wisdom of the trees |
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I won't be sad, refuse the sorrow |
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I look forward to tomorrow |
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I'll release my anger' |
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Cos I'm proud to be a dread |
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Selassie, tries to find a home |
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To rest his weary head |
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A place where he can take his girl |
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To share this spiritual bed |
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When he's greeted at the door |
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The sign has changed his tune |
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Though the queen is full of child |
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Sorry, there's no room |
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Selassie looks up to the clouds |
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He curses hard and shouts out loud |
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Remembering his father's words |
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A whisper from the dead' |
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Cos, I'll be better, |
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I'll be stronger |
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For the truth, |
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I know takes longer |
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I've the cunning of the tiger |
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And the wisdom of the trees |
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I won't be sad, refuse the sorrow |
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I look forward to tomorrow |
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I'll release my anger' |
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Cos I'm proud to be a dread' |
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Cos in this life, you have to take a chance |
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Why else live at all' |
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Cos in this life, to climb a mountain |
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Sometimes expect to fall' |
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Cos in this life nothing comes easy |
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If it does, it has a price' |
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Cos in this life a martyr suffers |
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Look at Jesus |
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ChristLeo, faces many trials |
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But hold hid head up high |
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He won't allow the hatred |
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To Make his spirit cry |
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Leo looks up to the moon |
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Sitting in its silver spoon |
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Maybe I should change my job |
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Be an astronaut instead' |
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Cos, I'll be better, |
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I'll be stronger |
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For the truth, |
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I know takes longer |
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I've the cunning of the tiger |
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And the wisdom of the trees |
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I won't be sad, refuse the sorrow |
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I look forward to tomorrow |
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I'll release my anger' |
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Cos I'm proud to be a dread |
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I'll release my anger' |
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Cos I'm proud to be a dread' |
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Cos, I'll be better, |
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I'll be stronger |
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For the truth, |
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I'll be a seeker |
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I've the cunning of the tiger |
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And the wisdom of the trees |
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In my dealings |
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I'll be honest |
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To myself |
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I make this promise |
