| I’m not ready, not ready to go
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| Oh I hear that, mmm, waking to
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| Ooh, that tata, tata music
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| And I, I’m not ready
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| I’m not ready to go
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| Oh, I’m here between
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| It slowly moves on
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| On…
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| Where have you gone?
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| And slowly, oh, that music
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| Oh waking to tata music
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| I’m not ready I’m, not ready to go
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| And slowly, oh that music
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| Oh waking to tata music
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| I’m not ready I’m not ready to go
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| You ought to be more mirrored coals
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| I came through the fire with my whim
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| Oh I’m here between so slightly sung
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| Ah ever so sweet
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| All the choruses I’ve written are here
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| Can you hear?
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| You’re don’t
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| They carry me off
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| But fear cannot scare a song
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| But fear cannot stop me
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| — I feel, uh, disrespected… I feel very, uh… You know you just heard that.
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| These guys would never understand. |
| You know, I’m trying to tell 'em, but…
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| The only reason why they removed the barriers is because they’re armed.
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| Weapons, tear gas, riot gear, weapons, rubber bullets, that’s what it takes
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| for them to push us back. |
| They carry weapons because they’re scared
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| — What does this land mean to you, this treasured land?
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| — This land means everything. |
| Look over there! |
| All the buffalo! |
| Look at all
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| those buffalo! |
| Look at all those buffalo there! |
| Woo! |