| Oh, love
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| Kill my people and drown them dead
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| Down in the river of lights
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| I’ll fall
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| To drive us out to the end and take
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| A dream and bury them deep
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| Could I reach down deep inside myself?
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| Pull out the gold?
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| Oh, love
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| They strip us down and rape our minds
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| Our skin was a terrible thing to live in
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| And now
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| With hand in hand, we free our souls
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| Remind us of our glory
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| Could I reach deep down inside myself?
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| Pull out the glory?
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| How glorious, this light in us
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| We are a wonder
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| Feel my flow
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| Dark skin, I’m a GLO
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| They gon feel my flow
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| Dark skin, I’m a GLO, GLO
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| We’ve seen the films, we starred in 'em
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| They’ve done as they feel til we reached our limit
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| They tied us to a car, let it reach its limit
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| I can still smell the skin in the streets I live in
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| Do you feel like quitting? |
| Do you feel like quitting?
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| Don’t know if I can just believe again
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| Don’t know if I can trust a priest again
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| This has gone way past reasoning
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| Cause there ain’t no reason to reason with
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| I’m sad I grew in it, cause now I don’t know
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| If I should grow with it or I should let go of it
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| Let go of it, let go of it
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| Trying to find answers (trying to find answers)
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| That’ll only make your head go missing
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| My gran said «curiosity killed the cat»
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| And her best friend went with it
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| Life’s a bitch, oh, life’s a bitch
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| Depending on what breed you is
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| Depending on what shoe you fit
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| Depending on what team you’re in
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| You’re middle-class or you’re class-A selling
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| You’re selling dreams from a living nightmare
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| I’m gonna shine cause my people died here
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| I’m gonna shine cause my people diamonds in the dirt
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| So they don’t wanna put the light here
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| Put the light here, put the light here
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| Smell Martin Luther in the air
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| The moral of the story is glory
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| So everybody’s winning 'round here
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| Ah, yeah
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| Said ah, yeah
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| (Ah yeah, ah yeah) |