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INTRO
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nananannannanananannananana nananannaanannaannana
x2
nanananannananannanananna nananannanananannaaa
verse 1
I woke up on Champs-Élysées to the Djembe of Ghana
A fine lady from Belize said "You got the spirit of Fela"
A young one dripping make-up put her hands out to holla
I gave her what I got but couldn't handle her broken heart
The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr
But even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward yeah
Pre-Chorus
With all these things I wait for revelation
These things make me want to duck for cover
With all these things I wait for revolution
silence.
These things ask the biggest question to me
"And it's are you what you want to be"
Chorus
nananannanannana nananananna So are you what you want to be?
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
verse 2 (same as verse 1)
The war machines will put out both its hands for a dollar
It's drinking at the table with the chrome hand guerrillas
The young ones dripping make-up lift her leg up to holla
Well I told her what she's got should be protected in the arms of love
The right things in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr
But even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward yeah
aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaah aaaah aaaah
Chorus
INTRO
Chorus
(supprime les barrés)