| There’s nothin' I’m runnin' from
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| Tell you where I’m comin' from
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| I know where I’ve been
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| I’ve been with you, you’ve been with me
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| Leather-bound diary, faded handwriting
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| Great-granddad thought it was a war worth fighting
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| He ended up surviving, had a daughter named Dot
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| That’s my grandma, fell in love and married her boss
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| That’s my grandpa, had a little hairdressing shop in Lakemba
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| First child ninth of December, in the years following the war ending
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| A baby boom set in, and now we call 'em boomers (hey mum!)
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| You were a straight-laced girl, say what
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| Went and got hitched to chain-smoking guys, say what
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| I’ve got a bit of both sides no surprised, say what
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| Like you’re looking my different coloured eyes, say what
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| I got blue from brown and green songs of Donald Byrd the Trumpets
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| The came from a thirty-three and a third, maybe they got me
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| My memory is a cluster of notes
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| Forming a familiar melody I swear that I know
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| Stress in the mornin', stress in the evenin'
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| Stress is what I’m feelin', it’s no wonder I ain’t breathin'
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| Music is my life from before I could breath
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| Cause my daddy sang my mommy some melodious keys
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| Melodious G, melodiously
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| In the end it was the birth of melodious me
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| I picked up the tune when I was in the womb
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| And I promise I would pride 'em with the songs that I’m doing
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| I wonder if they thought that I could change the world
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| If I could change the world well I would change myself
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| First-borns seem to always know better
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| The past is in the future so I get to know better
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| Get to breath better, get to dream better
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| You paid for my college so I get to eat better
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| I saw you in the past working long hours daddy
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| I saw mama give dreams so we could be happy
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| It’s deep like my African lin’age
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| I bet you’re gonna need an African Minute
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| Ode it to the ancestors
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| Cause they answer prayers, cause they answer
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| There’s just nothin' I’m runnin' from
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| Tell you where I’m comin' from
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| I know where I’ve been
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| I’ve been with you, you’ve been with me, oh baby
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| The past beats inside of me
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| You may not even know
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| Things you don’t know, somethin' you feel
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| Fading like photos, somethin' so real
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| It’s like there’s a second heartbeat
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| A light to lead me home
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| Things you don’t know, somethin' you feel
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| Fading like photos, somethin' so real
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| Subconscious is monstrous, underneath like the Loch Ness
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| Never seen but ever present like my blackness
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| Puffing out my fro to to check my bestness
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| Makin' waves, like the flowing song of my ancestors
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| Dig beneath the layers
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| Tryna see what they are saying
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| Looks like I found a treasure worth displayin'
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| I take it down from the shelf
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| Shine it up like a diamond, see what it’s worth
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| And I know some things they are forever
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| Know some things they hold together
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| I won’t walk this road alone
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| I won’t walk this road alone
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| And I know some things they are forever
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| Know some things they hold together
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| I won’t walk this road alone
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| I won’t walk this road alone
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| There’s just nothin' I’m runnin' from
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| Tell you where I’m comin' from
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| I know where I’ve been
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| I’ve been with you, you’ve been with me, oh baby
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| The past beats inside of me
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| You may not even know
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| Things you don’t know, somethin' you feel
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| Fading like photos, somethin' so real
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| It’s like there’s a second heartbeat
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| A light to lead me home
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| Things you don’t know, somethin' you feel
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| Fading like photos, somethin' so real
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| There’s just nothin' I’m runnin' from
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| Tell you where I’m comin' from
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| I know where I’ve been
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| I’ve been with you, you’ve been with me
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| There’s just nothin' I’m runnin' from
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| Tell you where I’m comin' from
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| I know where I’ve been
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| I’ve been with you, you’ve been with me |