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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 17 on Look How Me Sexy: Reggae Anthology
- 16 Mad Over Me
- 18 Bunn The Kootchie
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- Track 3 on Morning Ride
- 2 Elenen+Elenen
- 4 Lover's Corner
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- Track 2 on One in a Million
- 1 11 + 11
- 3 Morning Ride
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- Track 7 on Totall Recall 3
- 6 Rub And Go Down
- 8 Operation Radication
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- Track 2 on Operation Radication
- 1 11 + 11
- 3 Morning Ride
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