| Out of Ireland I have come
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| Great hatred and little room
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| Maimed us at the start
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| And now home just breaks my heart
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| To America I have come
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| I hope to bring your preacher man
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| Home to show my people how they can
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| Get their names back in the book of life of the lamb
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| I know that I’ve done many things
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| To give you reason not to listen to me Especially as I have been so angry
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| But if you knew me maybe you would understand me Words can’t express how sorry I am If I ever caused pain to anybody
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| I just hope that you can show compassion
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| And love me enough to just please listen
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| Out of Ireland I did run
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| Great hatred and little room
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| Aimed to break my heart
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| Wreck me up and tear me all apart
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| To America I have come
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| I need to find a good preacherman
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| Who can show me how I can
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| Get my name back in the book of life of the lamb
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| I bring these blessings with me A strong heart full of hope and a feeling
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| That everything in this world would be okay
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| If people just believed enough in God to pray
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| But the world thinks that sounds crazy
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| And that’s the thing that makes me sing so sadly
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| To think that we would leave God so lonely
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| To think that we would mess up our own destiny
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| Out of history we have come
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| With great hatred and little room
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| It aims to break our hearts
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| Wreck us up and tear us all apart
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| But if we listen to the preacher man
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| He can show us how it can be done
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| To live in peace and live as one
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| Get our names back in the book of life of the lamb
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| Out of hopelessness we can come
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| If people just believe it can be done
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| 'Cause every prayer ever prayed is heard
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| Take power in the power of the word
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| Out of history we have come
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| With great hatred and little room
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| It aims to break our hearts
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| Wreck us up and tear us all apart
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| But if we listen to the Rasta man
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| He can show us how it can be done
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| To live in peace and live as one
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| Get our names back in the book of life of the lamb
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| Out of history we have come
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| With great hatred and little room
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| It aims to break our hearts
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| Smash us up and tear us all apart
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| But if we listen to the Rasta woman
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| She can show us how it can be done
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| To live in peace and live as one
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| Get our names back in the book of life of the lamb |