| Baby baby you want to save us
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| You planted faith, so why did rain stop?
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| The ground is feeding but you drain us
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| The leaves will fall before you wake up
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| The earth is shaking and you save dust
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| The sky is breaking but you gave it up
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| You turn to stone in the name of
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| The one who gave us hands and blamed us
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
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| If I go there I will blow your mind
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
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| Ana nor el ein o nor nar
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| I’ll grow way higher than your Jannah
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| My hands are useless without Henna
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| My roots go deeper than your hell I’m
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| The aftertaste of your favorite flavor
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
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| Ana nor el ein o nor nar
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| Baby baby won’t realize that
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| Hand Exhibition’s Not Native Art
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| Baby baby would fall and cry but
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| Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above
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| I tried, I prayed
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| My Henna slowly fades
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| Unfolded my hands
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| But you can’t understand
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| I wish I could just
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| Make you feel my touch
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| What you reap is dead
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| Wish you could understand
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
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| Ana nor el ein o nor nar
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| Baby baby won’t realize that
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| Hand Exhibition’s Not Native Art
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| Baby baby would fall and cry but
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| Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ah-ay
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay |