[00:01.53]Artist：india arie
[00:02.28]Songs Title：india＇song
[00:43.94]To much hypocracy in this old southern town for me.
[00:48.25]Way back in 1619 begins this tragic story.
[00:54.98]Thrown into slavery still the crime was the color of skin.
[01:00.86]Never to see the light of the past again.
[01:05.47]I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song.
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[01:11.15]I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame.
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[01:16.90]I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way.
[01:22.64]I wanna go...where the wind calls my name.
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[01:34.64]The wind is calling India, India, India.
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[01:41.51]It＇s the typical savanahh day so I take my guitar to the park and I play.
[01:46.50]Sitting up under the live oak trees the strangest feeling came over me.
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[01:52.36]Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
[01:55.49]Is this the ground where his body was burned?
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[01:58.29]God gave me the gift of song so I dedicate this one and...
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[02:41.90]Superiority who can be better than me?
[02:44.89]Wasting precious time of racist mentality.
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[02:50.27]This is only the beginning the flesh will by pushing in days to come.
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[02:56.26]Spirit knows no color. Either you＇re a hater or a lover.