Here we stand on the edge of the day
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Faces melting in the african rain
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So many seasons of silent war
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So many drowned before they reached the shore
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Nothing is clear to me any more in this sad and strange landscape
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I've got no defense, I've got no attack
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I can't leave, I can't stay and I've got no way back
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Hard to deal with the way things have been
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I can't lie but the truth is so extreme
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Chorus:
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Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine
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Hide me deep inside your borders in these dark and troubled times
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Remember me my innocence before I drowned in the sea of lies
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Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine
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Too many seasons of quiet rage
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Too many young people just wasted away
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Too many futures hanging in the balance
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Too much owing nothing left to pay
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A lonely flag flutters in the breeze
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for the hardened hearts who still want to believe
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Am I the witness or am I the crime
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A victim of history or just a sign of the times
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Across my heart questions and shadows still fly
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But in the dead of the night I know where the answer lies
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Chorus:
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Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine
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I have no flag, I sing no anthem, I no longer carry an armalite
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Bathe me in you sweet rivers, anoint me with your touch and your smile
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To your colours I give my allegiance, I lay it on the line
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Ngikhathele ngifile wena weqat' izwe
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(I am dead tired of you who causes friction in the land)
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Ngikhathele ngifile zindaba zakho
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(I am dead tired of you, and your matters)
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Yash' imizi yobada
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(The homes of my fathers are burning)
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Chorus
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Woman Be My Country
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Johnny Clegg & Savuka |