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Come join the circle and witness the magic |
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Hear the voices |
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Believe and imagine |
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Hear the voices |
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Come join the circle and feel the unspoken |
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Hear the voices |
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A spirit unbroken |
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Hear the voices |
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Just a simple storyteller |
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Troubadour on call whenever |
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The gods moved his heart to speech |
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He was something of a hero |
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To the conscience of the people |
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To the children on the beach |
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Son of africa and legend |
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Music made of pain and pleasure |
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Brought the nation to its feet |
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Every whisper sounds like thunder |
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Everybody stares in wonder |
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When the saints begin to speak |
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He sings and then they speak |
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Come join the circle and witness the magic |
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Hear the voices |
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Believe and imagine |
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Hear the voices |
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Come join the circle and feel the unspoken |
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Hear the voices |
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A spirit unbroken |
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Hear the voices |
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He was sentenced into exile |
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Far away from home but meanwhile |
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Popularity increased |
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Radio reversed his fortune |
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He was welcomed with emotion |
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A voice no one could defeat |
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Now they crank up the victrola |
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In the corner bars and oh, my, |
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How the ladies start to weep |
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Every word describes their hunger |
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Everybody stares in wonder |
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When the saints begin to speak |
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He sings and then they speak |
