Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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And when soldiers came
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Them say them come to make us tame
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And from that day until now on
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We were jeered and laughed to scorn
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Things used to be ire (before the soldiers came)
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Things used to be nice, so nice now
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Things used to be ire
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Things used to be nice, so nice
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Our country them did enter, yeah
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Troops trodding left right and centre
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Everywhere
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One moment at peace with Nature
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Now victims of a massacre
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We got our spears
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We got our shields
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But their guns were greater
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Prepare for a slaughter
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Give I back I witch doctor
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Give I back I Black Ruler
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Me no want no dictator
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Me no want no tyrant on yah
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Way down in Africa
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Where the backra still rules day after day
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The Black Man is suffering now far more
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Than when he was a slave
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Is there a need for war?
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No.
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Peace my bredren - here them bawl
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Bodies in mutilated condition
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Faces scarred beyond recognition
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Is this what civilization means to me?
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Then without it I prefer to be
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So...
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Give I back I witch doctor
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Give I back I Black Ruler
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Me no want no dictator
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Me no want no tyrant on yah
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Dutallee!
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Dutailee!
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Soldiers
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| Steel Pulse |
