| I don’t have a red, red cent to pay
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| I’ve got my home to reach and I will reach it one day
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| 'Cause we were taken away by force
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| Scattered all around the Caribbean coast
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| No, not a cent to pay
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| Yes, I’ve got to reach home one day
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| Yes, it was four hundred years ago
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| They took us from our homeland, as you should know
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| Yes, with the slave chains still on our hands
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| They leave us here to work on their plantations
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| But nyah-man say
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| No, not a cent to pay
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| Yes, I’ve got to reach home one day
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| Zion, Zion, Zion, Zion high
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| Zion, Zion, Zion, Zion
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| Zion, Zion, Zion, Zion high
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| Zion, Zion, Zion
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| I-man get a call and a Zion call
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| I-man get this call it said «Babylon you’re falling»
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| I-man get a call and a Zion call
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| I-man get this call it said «Babylon you’re falling»
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| No, oh no, not a cent to pay
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| Yes, I’ve got to reach home one day
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| Zion, Zion, Zion-lion, Zion high
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| Zion, Zion-lion, Zion, Zion
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| Zion, Zion, Zion-lion, Zion, Zion high
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| Zion, Zion, Lion! |