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I told my baby not to wake me |
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Not even for a cup of tea |
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[Chorus:] |
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Who could it be now |
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Who could it be now |
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Who could it be now |
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Knocking on the rastaman's door |
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[Verse 1:] |
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I've got to get myself away |
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And find me a place where I'll be free |
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City life is getting me down |
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Even when I sleep I'm wearing a frown |
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It couldn't be the landlord |
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Could it be my baby? |
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I told her not to wake me |
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Not even for a cup of tea |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I'm in deep meditation |
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Trying to find myself |
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Don't need no provocation |
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It's a minute after twelve |
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Now who dares to disturb |
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My tranquility |
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When I'm meditating on the Almighty |
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[Chorus] |
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[Repeat Verse 1] |
