| We living out lord, where living as real
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| We roll with the flow so easily
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| And on and on, the rhythm of the love of my people
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| Yagga yagga ya'
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| You know we’re flying high, laying low, moving fast or dancing slow
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| On and on, we’re living for the love of our people
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| Yagga yagga yay
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| From the blood soaked streets of Kingston
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| And to the shores of Ocho Rios
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| We close to the rhythm of the people
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| We come and take a load off
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| A’yo, it’s hot right here
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| Baby, take your coat off
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| Umbrella’s in the drinks
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| From the west coast breeze
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| Long shorts, white t’s
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| Let the water hit your knees
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| Aroma of the trees get you high
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| And peace to everybody gettin' by
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| Because it ain’t easy man
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| It might look glamorous
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| To push and shove here
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| In the city of Los Angeles
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| I’ll tell you how to handle it
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| Just let the sound waves
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| Wash away the stress and pain
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| You know there’s plenty to gain
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| Like watching the kids grow
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| Pass it on down the line
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| Wisdom I got from ol' timers
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| I throw it in a rhyme scheme
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| It seems the days to come
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| It’s just another dream
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| And me and Portugal
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| We represent the same team
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| We got love for my people, rhythm of life for my people
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| Love for my people, rhythm of life
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| Love for my people, rhythm of life for my people
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| Love for my people, rhythm of life
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| It’s midnight on a perfect beach
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| The sounds of the city are just beyond reach
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| And every now and then
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| I can feel a slight breeze
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| Yet it’s louder than the crickets
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| In the mangrove trees
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| It’s the sense of life
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| Like sand in your toes
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| Night-time in the moonlight
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| High tide never rose
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| So the footprints from today never wash away
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| Like childhood memories in santa monica bay
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| L.A where the sand crabs fight for sand castles
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| Then a wave comes along
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| And destroys with no hassle
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| So little civility for so much futility
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| And so few exploit their natural ability
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| Well, I’mma paddle out '
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| Cause it’s not my scene
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| And if you listen close
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| Then you know what I mean
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| I wanna watch the sun set
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| Watch my son grow
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| And see a couple songs played on the stereo
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| It’s like |