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Chorus: |
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Halala ho hom (x4) |
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I might break into a song |
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Like the blues man or troubadour |
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And in from long distance in no blues club |
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I might say, baby baby baby |
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Should I now stop singing about love |
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Now that my memory is surrounded by blood |
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Sister, why or why do we at times mistake a pimple for a cancer |
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So who are they who say no more love poems now? |
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I want to sing my song of love |
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For that woman who jumped fences pregnant and gave birth |
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To a healthy child |
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Softly I walk into this embrace of this fire |
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That will ignite my love song my song of life |
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(Chorus) |
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My song of love |
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My song of life (x4) |
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Oh when I try to run away from song |
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I heard the persistent voice more powerful then the enemy bombs |
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Demanding the song that washed our lives in rains of our blood |
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(Chorus) |
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My song of love |
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My song of life |
