| We talk about corruption
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| On the road to Ibadan
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| You play the peacemaker
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| To build a bridge between us
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| You plan this trip away
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| I warned you I would be distant
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| But you coax and you charm
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| Like a clearing in the trees
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| Like footsteps
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| Walking on a grave
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| It’s in the soil
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| The ghosts of the ancestors surrounds us
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| Do I start to see you?
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| In the furrow of my brow
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| In the ebony eyes you gave me
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| Do I tell the children?
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| That you gave me my first drink
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| But I could never own you
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| For you raged and you hid
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| And you didn’t leave a trace
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| Like footsteps
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| Walking on a grave
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| It’s in the soil
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| The ghosts of the ancestors surrounds us |