| See that broken hearted man
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| Toiling in the burning sun
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| Disappointed African
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| Doesn’t even over stand
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| After so many years of sweat and tears
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| Still he’s living in fear
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| Wondering if and when
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| He’s gonna have his share
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| Well, guess what’s happening
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| A new day’s dawning
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| See the black son’s rising
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| Soon he will be free
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| See that poor disgruntled youth
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| Trying his best to know the truth
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| Why his ancestors have died
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| From those all who robbed and ruled
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| So many years of blood and stain
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| Still he’s working in vain
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| Wondering if and when
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| He’ll ever have his share
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| Well, guess what’s happening
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| A new day’s dawning
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| I see a new horizon
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| Soon he will be free
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| How could life be so unfair
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| He wonders how some get out there
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| Sitting in their rocking chair
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| While he’s living in despair
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| After so many years of sweat and tears
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| Still he’s living in fear
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| Wondering if and when
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| He’s gonna have his share
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| Guess what’s happening
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| I see a new day’s dawning
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| I see the table is turning
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| Soon he will be free, yo, ho, ho Guess what’s happening
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| A new day’s dawning
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| I see the table is turning
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| Soon he will be free, yo, ho, ho Guess what’s happening
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| I see the table is turning
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| See a new horizon
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| Soon he will be free
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| Guess what’s happening
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| I see a new day’s dawning |