| Picture the morning taste and devour
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| We rise early pace up the hour
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| Streets is bustlin' hustlin' their heart out
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| You can’t have the sweet with no sour
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| Spices, herbs, the sweet scent of flower
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| She came out precisely the hour
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| Clouds disappear, the sun shows the power
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| No chance of a probable shower
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| I fell in love with my neighbors' daughter
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| I wanted to protect and support her
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| Never mind I’m just 12 and a quarter
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| I had dreams beyond our border
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| Is it true when they say all you need is just love? |
| (Is it true?)
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| What about those who I have loved?
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| Only to find that it’s taken away
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| And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? |
| (To be free)
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| What about those who I’ve known
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| Whose memory still lives inside of me
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| Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away?
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| On that fateful day, Fatima
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| Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made?
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| To go to New York City, Fatima
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| And after school, we studied the lessons
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| I ask God to slow down the seconds
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| He does the opposite that’s what I’m guessin'
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| I better chill and count my own blessings
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| Fatima, Fatima what is the matter?
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| How come you ain’t come up the ladder?
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| So we can be like there’s no tomorrow
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| Damn you gonna make me wait until tomorrow
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| She spoke Arabic and Swahili
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| She’d say «Upendo anta Habibi»
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| You so bright, you shine like my TV
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| Then one day she never came to meet me
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| Is it true when they say all you need is just love? |
| (Is it true?)
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| What about those who I have loved?
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| Only to find that it’s taken away
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| And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? |
| (To be free)
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| What about those who I’ve known
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| Whose memory still lives inside of me
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| Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away?
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| On that fateful day, Fatima
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| Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made?
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| To go to New York City, Fatima
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| Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away?
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| On that fateful day, Fatima
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| Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made?
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| To go to New York City, Fatima
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| If beauty was in the eyes of the beholder
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| How come everyone hushed when she walked by
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| How come girls would look just to scold her
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| How come the angel wanted to hold her?
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| Fatima, Fatima I’m in America
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| I make rhymes and I make 'em delicate
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| You would have liked the parks in Connecticut
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| You would have said I’m working too hard again
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| Damn you, shooter, Damn you the building
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| Whose walls hid the blood she was spillin'
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| Damn you country so good at killin'
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| Damn you feelin' for persevering
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| Is it true when they say all you need is just love? |
| (Is it true?)
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| What about those who I have loved?
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| Only to find that it’s taken away
|
| And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? |
| (To be free)
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| What about those who I’ve known
|
| Whose memory still lives inside of me
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| Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away?
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| On that fateful day, Fatima
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| Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made?
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| To go to New York City, Fatima
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| Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away?
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| On that fateful day, Fatima
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| Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made?
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| To go to New York City, Fatima
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| Now I just want to make it clear
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| I don’t want you to shed a tear
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| 'Cause this here (Fatima) is a celebration
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| We’re not mourning, we’re celebrating
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| (Fatima) Yeah
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| So, baby, don’t cry
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| Please don’t let the tears fall
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| (Fatima) So don’t cry |