| All twinklin’lee
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| Can’t see the right rose when the streams abate
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| The old slave men might grind slow
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| But it grinds fine, yeah
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| African herbsman, why linger on?
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| Just concentrate, 'cause heaven lives on Greet-I-eth slave men will look with a scorn
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| With a transplanted heart (yes, how quick they had to part)
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| (… how quick they had to part)
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| The remembrance of today
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| Is the sad feelin’of tomorrow
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| (… how quick …) Oh (… part), oh yeah
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| African herbsman, seize your time
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| I’m takin’illusion on the edge of my mind
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| I’m takin’losers down thru my life
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| Down thru my life, yeah (yes, how quick they had to part)
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| (… how quick they had to part)
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| Dideh part, yes, they part
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| In remembrance of today
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| (… how quick they had to part)
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| African herbsman, why linger on?
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| Just concentrate, 'cause your heaven lives on Greet-I-eth slave men will look with a scorn
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| With a transplanted heart, yes, how (… quick they have to part)
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| (… how quick they have to part)
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| In remembrance of today
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| Brings sad feelings of tomorrow
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| (Yes, how quick they have to …) Lead me on, oh, Lord, I pray to you
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| (African herbsman) (African herbsman)
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| African, African herbsman … |