| We late
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| We late now
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| We late now
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| The moon, she on the rise
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| Each day
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| Each day now
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| Each day now
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| The more he got to hide
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| But he says he prays
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| Like a good God-fearing white man
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| He can’t recall his trespasses
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| You know he doing the best he can
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| But it’s the year of, the year of the woman
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| It’s about time for the world to see
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| Men have been pushing their ivy oppression
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| Hiding away on their tree-lined street
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| Stay on fire, on fire, now, lady
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| Those are the powers that used to be
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| 'Cause there’s a sea change coming
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| Like a high court summon
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| From sea to mother shining sea
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| We late
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| We late now
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| We late now
|
| The moon, she on the rise
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| And each day
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| Each day now
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| Each day now
|
| The more he got to hide
|
| But he says he prays
|
| Like a good God-fearing white man
|
| He can’t recall his trespasses
|
| You know he doing the best he can
|
| But it’s the year of, the year of the woman
|
| It’s about time for the world to see
|
| Men have been pushing their ivy oppression
|
| Hiding away on their tree-lined street
|
| Stay on fire, on fire, now, lady
|
| Those are the powers that used to be
|
| 'Cause there’s a sea change coming
|
| Like a high court summon
|
| From sea to mother shining sea
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| When the kingdom come
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| The king get dumb
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| And when the king, he come
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| The king get dumb
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| He can’t remember all the things he done
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| And we all saying now
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| This is insane, man
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| So raise a glass last to the rigged up game, man
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| 'Cause it’s the year of, the year of the woman
|
| It’s about time for the world to see
|
| Men have been pushing their ivy oppression
|
| Hiding away on their tree-lined street
|
| Stay on fire, on fire, now, lady
|
| Those are the powers that used to be
|
| 'Cause there’s a sea change coming
|
| Like a high court summon
|
| From sea to mother shining sea
|
| Yeah, it’s the year of, the year of the woman
|
| It’s about time for the world to see
|
| Men have been pushing their ivy oppression
|
| Hiding away on their tree-lined street
|
| Stay on fire, on fire, now, lady
|
| Those are the powers that used to be
|
| 'Cause there’s a sea change coming
|
| Like a high court summon
|
| From sea to fucking shining sea |