| There is a woman in Somalia
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| Scraping for pearls on the roadside
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| There’s a force stronger than nature
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| Keeps her will alive
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| This is how she’s dying
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| She’s dying to survive
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| Don’t know what she’s made of
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| I would like to be that brave
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| She cries to the heaven 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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| Hurts like brand-new shoes
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| There is a woman in Somalia
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| The sun gives 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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| It’s gonna take her to get home
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| Each grain carefully wrapped up
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| Pearls for her little girl
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| She cries to the heaven above
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| There is a stone in my heart
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| She lives in a world she didn’t choose
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| And it hurts like brand-new shoes
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| Hurts like brand-new shoes |