| This is for the order
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| This is a history, a brief history
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| Of a music, that knows no boundaries
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| Have to reach far away to the next generation
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| SOJA
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| I remember when it started
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| Seems so long ago now
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| Sublime and Stoopid they led it
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| Then us and Reb came along
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| And now Sticks coming up hot
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| And Dirty’s always been in
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| Then Em & Amy saw something that all of us saw as well
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| But it breaks my heart in two
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| I just wanna live forever
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| We all do, we all do
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| And every word I ever say
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| I’m telling you the truth, truth
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| Cause I don’t wanna lie to you
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| We’re all just following those footsteps from when we were kids
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| Like our first time in Hawaii
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| Like our first time in Brazil
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| Like that first time at the Grammy’s
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| I didn’t win and I cried
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| I heard my man LAS say, «Jake, I love watching you try.»
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| When it breaks my heart in two
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| I just wanna live forever
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| We all do, we all do
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| And every word I ever said
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| I’m telling you the truth, truth
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| Cause I don’t wanna lie to you
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| Yeah, yeah
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| We’re all just following our old path each day on this land
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| See Reggae music is really on stage, but more in the stands
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| We all just start with Bob Marley
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| We all need Reggae to dance
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| Driving for hours just so turn into driving for fans
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| It breaks my heart in two
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| I just wanna live forever
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| We all do, we all do
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| And every word I ever said
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| I’m telling you the truth, truth
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| I don’t wanna lie to roots
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| I cannot lie in roots
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| To fall underneath the truth
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| It breaks my heart in two
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| But all I need
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| I don’t wanna lie to you
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| It breaks my heart in two
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| But all I need is
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| The stage is nothing without the stands
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| The bodies are nothing without the fans
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| For all ears who have miss, for all ears to come
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| SOJA |