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Number 8
by N/A
Remember the way we use to dance in number eight a kind of
magic
African, and the people around us they often said that our world
could
not be reached.
So tell me why all the stories repeat themselves and weve been
poisoned by this way.
Please open your ears become wise to what our enemies might
say.
Azisenzeni na? Ill be leaving your town.
Im tasting the rain.
Im sorry to say, Im sorry for having loved you this way,
maybe if we make believe, well be free.
The golden years we enjoyed then have passed away and weve
been left here with a fantasy.
And now the robins sing about how I start my day waking up on
bended knees.
So tell me why all the stories repeat themselves, Ive been appointed
by the devil to ask you this.
And now the darkness demands to know why, I wont lay down my
sword and die.
Azisenzeni na? Ill be leaving your town.
Im tasting the rain.
Im sorry to say, Im sorry for having loved you this way,
maybe if we make believe, well be free.