The Other Side
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His name is Jackson
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He lives in Jamaica
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Every morning he comes down to the docks to watch the ships come and go
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he's been here too long
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mental slavery has not touched him one bit
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he still knows his history, he knows where he comes from
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that is why he believes the ocean can give him answers
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about the very very far home
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that he's never been to. All his life he says
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I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa (x2)
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I have seen his world
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I've seen the other world. I have nothing to say
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I put my coat on my shoulders
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as I walked away, I heard myself sing
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chorus
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The grass is greener on the other side
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til you get there and see it for yourself (x3)
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His name is Themba
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He lives in Soweto
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every morning he goes to the airport to watch the planes come and go
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He has changed his African name to a western one
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cause he doesn't know how it hurts to have a name
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you can't be proud of. He hopes that one day
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one of these birds of the sky can take him away
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to a very very far land
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running away from the very roots
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that so many black people in the world
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are wanting to come back. A place they call home
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they wish they were home
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they wish they were in Africa (x2)
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I live in his world, I've seen the other world
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I got nothing to say
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I put my coat on my shoulders
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as I walked away, I heard myself sing
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chorus
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The grass is greener on the other side
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til you get there and see it for yourself (x3)
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The Other Side
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Lucky Dube |