| African violet
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| Ain’t you through dreaming yet?
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| With all your words so deep
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| How come you’re still asleep?
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| Afroamerican
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| I’ll tell you like a friend
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| Try to remember, dear
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| We’re only strangers here
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| My heart is in Zimbabwe
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| Because my friends are there
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| African violet
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| Sometimes your eyes are wet
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| So many dreams you keep
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| But so many tears you weep
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| Afroamerican
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| I’ll tell you once again
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| Try to remember my dear
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| We’re only pilgrims here
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| I know you’ve always done the hardest chores
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| You cook the food and you scrub the floors
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| Your sons and daughters fought and died in their wars
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| How quickly they forget
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| African violet
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| African violet
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| You never will regret
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| When all these trials are done
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| You’ll see the rising sun
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| Afroamerican
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| I’ll tell you once again
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| Try to remember my dear
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| We’re only pilgrims here
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| My heart is in Zimbabwe
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| Because my friends are there
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| I said, freedom
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| Won’t you talk about freedom
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| I said, freedom
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| Won’t you talk about freedom, children yeah
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| Long time ago in a land far away
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| Some people come explore one day
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| They see beautiful children
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| Running through the sunshine, yeah
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| They say we take these people, peaceful people
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| To another clime and place
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| Make them work from day to day
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| Keeping dirt upon their face
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| Children, yea, ya ya (x2)
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| Bring them in chains
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| Take away their names
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| Heep on them disgrace
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| Then remove them from this place
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| Multiply their fears
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| For 450 years
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| Then tell them they are free
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| But remove the means for them to be
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| African violet (x4)
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| My heart is in Zimbabwe
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| Because my friends are there
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| I said, freedom
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| Sweet sweet freedom |