| She sparkles like a diamond
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| Look at all her people
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| Look at them dance, look at them laugh
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| Singing a song
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| They make like happy children
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| Wearing friendly faces
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| Everyone knows, everyone knows they belong
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| Where they belong
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| Capetown, I’m drowning in your beauty
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| Capetown, but my heart’s not feeling nicely
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| Capetown, angel black, white sin
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| Capetown, there’s a shadow on your mountain
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| Capetown, there’s a flaw in your sparkle
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| Capetown, there’s a crying at your crossroads
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| Let me in, let me in, let me in
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| The rush of silky color
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| The sound of Dixie Banjos
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| Mongrel melodies in quarter tones
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| Streets of Malay marchers |