| My father was a young man
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| My mother, off the boat
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| My eyes were fresh at 21
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| Cruised, but still afloat
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| Our heads have hit the pavement
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| Many times before
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| You stroke his face to soothe him
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| While knowing that there’s more
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| Saint Augustine
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| Late have I loved and chose to see
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| Skin on his skin
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| A warmth that I can feel with him
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| And no one even told me
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| The way that you should feel
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| Tell me, did you lose your son?
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| Tell me, would you lose your love?
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| Cry and birth my deafness
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| While Trayvon falls asleep
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| The things that I can’t do to you
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| The things that I can’t do to you
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| Saint Augustine
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| Late have I loved and chose to see
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| Skin on his skin
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| A warmth that I can feel with him
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| Nontetha
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| We heard it all from you
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| Nontetha
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| We waited here for you
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| Nontetha
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| Kushé-o aw di bodi
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| Nontetha
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| Aw di fambul dem? |