| I receive higher heights
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| When I shout out Rastafari
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| Every where I go
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| I tell it to the world to know
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| I am Jah living watch man
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| Giving account of every man action
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| When mercy done or when judgement come
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| When I shout out Rastafari
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| Heavier gets my load
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| Only they who know
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| This glorious sounds love I so
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| True words sound like thunder
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| To them who don’t love Rasta
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| In his name brings forth lightening and showers
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| Showers of rain even moving mountains
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| I art Jah watch man giving account of every one
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| I art Jah watch man
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| I hear weeping and wailling
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| And I know what’s going on
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| I’ll never be partial
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| I’m gonna tell it all to Jah
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| I am Jah living watch man
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| Making notes in my high tower
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| When questions ask I must give an even answer
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| When I shout out Rastafari
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| Heavier get my load
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| Only they who know
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| This glorious sound love I so
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| True words sound like thunder
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| To them who don’t love Rasta
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| In his name brings forth lightening and showers
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| Showers of rain even moving mountains
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| I am Jah watch man can count on I
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| I am Jah watch man in a this now time
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| Jah watch man |