| I was standing in Pretoria
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| Waiting for the sky to fall
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| Impilo Geyethu
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| Thina Sigidela Phambili
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| I am like any other man — I don’t complain
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| But my family’s so far away
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| I want to be with them someday
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| Men outside my window dressed in mask — they live a lie
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| But there’s one truth that they cannot deny
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| Their blood’s the same color as mine
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| I am not the prisoner today
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| You’ve been too long your soul locked away
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| Look around there is so much
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| What are you so afraid of?
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| Pretoria
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| Gather strength children say goodbye to the past
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| Dry your eyes and prepare to dance
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| The dance of freedom at last
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| Put your hand here touch me now
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| What you feel is what’s lost when we’re kept apart
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| It’s the beating of your own heart
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| I’m no soldier — no politician
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| I’m just a working man whose time has come
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| Look around there is so much
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| What are you so afraid of?
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| Impilo Geyethu
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| Thina Sigidela Phambili
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| Pretoria
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| Come dance with us
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| I was standing in Pretoria
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| Waiting for the sky to fall
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| And the eyes of the war crimes icons
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| Stared down with false immortality
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| The fallen flowers of the purple jacaranda
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| Covered the blood on the streets
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| The faces of the statues are tainted
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| With an unclean righteousness
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| But inside they’re crumbling
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| They know they ain’t got much time left
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| In Pretoria |