| Mongo Park
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| The explorer loved the light of Badagry Beach
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| The singer Fela sang of the lights and the noise in her city air of Badagry
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| Beach.
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| The Portuguese sailors found trade on the malarious shores of Badagry Beach.
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| The rusty shackles remain and bare testament of what went before.
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| And I, if I knew her less, would I love her more?
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| Coz when I get to close to her
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| Is when I can’t see the beauty of her anymore
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| A masquerade, a beggar man, an Iroko tree, palm wine, a coral snake
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| Badagry was one of those beautiful and deadly things at the same time.
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| Down by the mission under the Agia tree of Badagry Beach
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| And I wonder to myself how many secrets she holds and will never let show.
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| And as I walk along her golden shore line
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| Diesel oil and sand under my feet
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| Washed by the tides that came before and come again
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| Harmattan winds are blowing
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| Harmattan winds are blowing
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| Spirits that swirl in the dust devils and disappear
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| A loneliness that is continental wanders far and wide
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| A loneliness that is an inward thing
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| Can rock itself to sleep every night
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| And I, if I knew her less, would I love her more?
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| If I knew her less, would I love her more?
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| Coz when I get too close |