| I’ve returned through the door of no return
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| On Goree Island
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| I’ve returned through the door of no return
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| On Goree Island
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| Oh I remember I once dressed as a king
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| Decked in fine robes and everything
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| The blood that’s in my veins is pure royalty
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| I ruled many kingdoms and ruled many dynasties
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| Then all of a sudden I was in a state of shock
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| Caught and thrown on the auction block
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| Just like Jesus I was flogged and mocked
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| Now human cargo yes they said I wasn’t coming back
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| I was that prisoner who was fighting to be free
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| Free from my enemies who came and capture me
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| That was the years of brutality
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| Cannot be wiped away so easily
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| Although they have removed the chains
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| They try so hard to wash my brain
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| Want I to bow my head in shame
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| But when I think of the Motherland
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| I hear the spirits call my name
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| Lets light the torch let Babylon burn yah!
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| I’n I' survive yeah heh!
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| Gory Goree, gory Goree gory Goree
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| Brand new story
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| Gory Goree, gory Goree
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| Got the power and the glory
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| On Goree Island
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| A Goree Island in a Senegal |