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See you in the morning |
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As the sun rise |
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It's just another day |
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For you to realize |
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The time is dread |
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Oh, Rasta Children |
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If you stay in these corners |
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They kill you with tax I say |
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I rather to be |
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Where the grass is green always |
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Sitting under a tree |
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Where there's a running stream yeah |
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Yet never the less |
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It's because of the situation |
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Why we find ourselves |
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Down here inna Babylon |
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And I know |
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We naugh go bow down low |
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And I know |
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We naugh go bow down low |
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For, eye see kill Miss Thomas pus |
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And the greedy dog lose the bone |
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Just can't find |
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The way to come home |
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For he was crossing the bridge |
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So then he |
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Looked down in the waters |
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And he saw his shadow |
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And he opened his mouth |
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And his bone fell out |
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So when he opened his mouth |
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Then his bone fell out |
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So long |
