| There is a woman in Somalia
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| Scraping for pearls by the roadside
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| There is a force stronger than nature
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| Keeps her will alive
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| That is how she lives her life
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| She is dying to survive
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| I don’t know what she is made of
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| I would like to be that brave
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| She cries to the heavens above
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| There is a stone in my heart
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| She lives a life she didn’t choose
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| And it hurts like brand new shoes
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| Yes it hurts like brand new shoes
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| And it hurts like brand new shoes
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| There is a woman in Rwanda
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| The sun shows her no mercy
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| The same sky we lay under
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| Burns her to the bone
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| Long as afternoon shadows
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| Is gonna take her to get home
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| Each grain carefully wrapped up
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| Bows for her little girl
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| She cries to the heavens above
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| There is a stone in my heart
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| She lives a life she didn’t choose
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| And it hurts like brand new shoes
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| Yes it hurts like brand new shoes
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| And it hurts like brand new shoes
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| There is a woman in Somalia
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| There is a woman in Rwanda
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| There is a woman in Sudan
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| There is a woman in the Congo
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| And she hurts like (And she hurts like, And she hurts like)
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| Brand new shoes
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah |