| Protect me from my friends
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| Now that I know all my enemies, yeah
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| Let dem that hate and persecute I
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| Run away and flee
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| 'Cause they lay wake, to take my soul, yeah
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| But my life, it’s worth much more than gold
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| Alright
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| Many a times, dem try shoowah
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| To make dem friends dem laugh
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| And if I don’t stand strong
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| They go around and say that Rasta suck
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| And they lay wake, to take my soul
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| But my life, it’s worth much more
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| Much more than gold
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| So protect me
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| Day and night, yeah
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| Friendly company
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| Though they lay wake, to take my soul
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| But my life is worth much more than gold
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| So
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| Protect me from my friends
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| Now that I know all my enemies, yeah
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| Let dem that hate and persecute I
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| Run away and flee
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| Because they lay wake, to take my soul
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| But my life, it worth much more than gold, ooh
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| No one else but you
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| No one else but you
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| Never let dem take… |