| Now the angels have all gone from a Babylon
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| They’re crying tears that rain-clouds will deliver
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| Here in London town all these teardrops tumble down
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| And no Jamaican sunshine dries the rivers
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| But now little Billy boy’s got his record toys
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| He says: «Now listen, can you tell me mother,
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| Why this music here casts away all doubt and fear
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| And who’s that man there on the record cover?
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| Bob Marley, Bob Marley
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| Bob Marley, he’s the man
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| The reggae master
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| Bob Marley, Bob Marley
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| Bob Marley, he’s the man
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| The master blaster
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| Who’s the man
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| With the flag held high
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| I’m a say, red-gold-and-green?
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| And who’s the man
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| Says: «I-N-I
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| Not you or them or we»
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| Bob Marley, Bob Marley
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| Bob Marley, he’s the man
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| Now children of the world
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| Can you tell me have you heard
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| Of a message from a rastafari
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| Preaching: «So Jah say, peace and unity will stay
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| With every sister breden of Bob Marley
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| Reggae reggae, rasta rasta
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| To all of the people in Namibia
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| To the soulful people of America
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| To all of the people in Europia
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| To the beautiful people of South Africa
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| To all of the people on the Cote D’Ivoire
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| To our sisters and our brothers in Asia
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| To the sunshine people of Australia
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| Jah live |