Life coming in so many levels
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nothing is quite what it seems
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Caught by the words that you use
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to explain things _ _ _
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_ _ _ who put the "me" in mean
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Who put the burning "fuse" in confusion
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who put the "more" in amore
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who put the "arms" in armagiddeon
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who put the "war" in Awoah!?
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All this and then so much more
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Well if you need a thing
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to see you through the morning
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A little ray of light to guide you through the night
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A piece of joy to hold you till tomorrow?
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Well dem call it SKA
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it come from Jamaica
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Now who put the "ass" and the "lass" in classic
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who put the "rave" in grave
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who put the "in" and the "na" in vagina
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who put the "aids" in laid
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who put the "ho" and the "oom" in hotel room
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the key or the "or" in the door
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who put the "in" and the "na" in vagina
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who put the "war" in Awoah!?
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All this and you still want more?
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Dem call it SKA dem call it SKA
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dem call it SKA and the red stripe tastes so pretty
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dem call it SKA, it come from Jamaica
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Now who put the burning "fuse" in confusion
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smuggled the "arms" in Armagiddeon
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who slipped the "in" and the "na" in vagina
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the "rave" in grave, and the "aids" into laid sir?
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Does this all mek you ball fe more?
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Well if you need a ting to see you through the morning
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a little ray of light to guide you through the night
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A piece of joy to hold you till tomorrow?
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Well dem call it SKA, it come from Jamaica
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Dem call it SKA dem call it SKA dem call it SKA
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dem call it SKA, and this one pass through Santa Monica!
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Dem Call It SKA
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| Dave Wakeling |
