Now Could we go to the square they call Congo
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I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
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Where the first of us stood before, before, before
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Where we sat and played to revive our depleteted souls
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Where we went to forget out freedom was not our own
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Where we went to hold onto the memory of way back home
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Now could we
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Now could we
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Now could we go
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Get to cong, get to cong congo
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Get to Cong, get to Congo
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[Repeat]
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Now Could we go to the square they call Congo
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I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
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Where the first of us stood before, before, before
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Where we made music in remembrance of human bodies sold
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Where the sound of old pain became a new music of hoped
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Where they paved me a road so i could get to Congo
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Now could we
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Now could we
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Now could we go
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Get to cong, get to cong congo
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Get to Cong, get to Congo
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[Repeat]
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And i would not be here today if they had not been So displaced, so displaced
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But still
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But still they made time to sing and play a song
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A song in Congo
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Get to cong, get to cong congo
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Get to Cong, get to Congo
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[Repeat until end of song]
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Congo
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| Amel Larrieux |
