| Come join the circle and witness the magic
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| Hear the voices
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| Believe and imagine
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| Hear the voices
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| Come join the circle and feel the unspoken
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| Hear the voices
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| A spirit unbroken
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| Hear the voices
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| Just a simple storyteller
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| Troubadour on call whenever
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| The gods moved his heart to speech
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| He was something of a hero
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| To the conscience of the people
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| To the children on the beach
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| Son of Africa and legend
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| Music made of pain and pleasure
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| Brought the nation to its feet
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| Every whisper sounds like thunder
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| Everybody stares in wonder
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| When the saints begin to speak
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| He sings and then they speak
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| Come join the circle and witness the magic
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| Hear the voices
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| Believe and imagine
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| Hear the voices
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| Come join the circle and feel the unspoken
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| Hear the voices
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| A spirit unbroken
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| Hear the voices
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| He was sentenced into exile
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| Far away from home but meanwhile
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| Popularity increased
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| Radio reversed his fortune
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| He was welcomed with emotion
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| A voice no one could defeat
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| Now they crank up the Victrola
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| In the corner bars and oh, my,
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| How the ladies start to weep
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| Every word describes their hunger
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| Everybody stares in wonder
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| When the saints begin to speak
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| He sings and then they speak |