| We wait a while as sunlight leaves the day
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| The coast is clear, your mother’s out again
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| Teachers on strike, CNN on loop downstairs
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| So, shall we play a game?
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| On your notebook I write your new name
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| I feed them a lie that you’re in on it
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| They say it’s love but I think you’re afraid
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| Obinze, I have not changed
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| Do you see ceilings when she’s with you?
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| Do you see ceilings the way we used to?
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| My eyes are closed but all that I can see
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| Is you there in your underwear
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| She does not ask for she does not care to know
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| All she wants is for things to stay the same
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| But you’re too weighed down by the pointless things you own
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| Do you long for simpler days?
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| We set the controls for Nollywood
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| So no one will hear what we will do
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| You must know that they’re afraid of you
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| Obinze, I am the same
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| Do you see ceilings when she’s with you?
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| Do you see ceilings the way we used to?
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| If Harmattan winds could bring you back to me
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| Standing there in your underwear
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| I just can’t stand it
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| I just can’t stand the wait
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| I just can’t stand it, no
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| I just can’t stand the wait
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| I just can’t stand it
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| I just can’t stand the wait, no
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| I just can’t stand it
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| I just can’t stand the wait, no |