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 came and played to revive our depleted souls
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Where we went to forget our 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 an old pain became a new music of hope
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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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[chorus]
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And I would not be here today if they had not bee
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so displace, 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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[chorus]
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Get To
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Amel Larrieux |