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Morning Ride lyrics
His eyes are closed his face pale asleep
on the ground a newspaper reads
the blood has spilled again
and you just dream my yellowman
yellowman
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
His lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe
He spits out the ocean and we dream
like goldfish in a bowl
They think we're free
yellowman
You're tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
the blood has spilled again
and you just dream
yellowman
You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Mister Yellowman
- 4 Two To Six, Supermix
- 6 How You Keep A Dance
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- Track 19 on Look How Me Sexy: Reggae Anthology
- 18 Bunn The Kootchie
- 20 Physical/Zunguzung
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- Track 2 on Most Wanted
- 1 Mr. Chin
- 3 Who Can Make The Dance Ram
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- Track 4 on Duppy or Gunman
- 3 Two To Six Super Mix
- 5 Cocky Did A Hurt Me
- 5 Did A Hurt Me
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- Track 10 on Morning Ride
- 9 Over Me
- 11 My Rogie
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- Track 3 on One in a Million
- 2 Shorties
- 4 Even Tide Fire
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- Track 3 on Operation Radication
- 2 Shorties
- 4 Even Tide Fire
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