| I was just trodding in from the woods
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| With my pocket filled with collie goods
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| Now suddenly, guess what happened to me
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| Said I rode into your state of emergency, yah
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| So
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Look what you’ve done to me
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Now I’m a reproach among all my enemy
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Take the cuff from off the bredren’s hand
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| (Hey mister Babylon) 'Cause I’m an upful-living Rastaman
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| Walla-woh, walla-walla-woah
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| I was just trodding in from the woods, Lord (walla-walla-woh)
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| With my pocket filled with collie goods (walla-walla-woh)
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| But suddenly, guess what happened to me (walla-walla-woh)
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| Said I rode into your state of emergency, yah (walla-walla-woh)
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| So
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Take the cuff from off my hands
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Said I’m an upful-living Rastaman
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Take the cuff from off the bredren’s hand
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Said he’s an upful-living dreadlocks one
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| (Hey mister Babylon)
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| (Hey mister Babylon) Walla-woh, walla-walla-woah
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| (Hey mister Babylon) The cuff from off the bredren’s hand
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| (Hey mister Babylon)
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| (Hey mister Babylon)
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| (Hey mister Babylon) |