Were getting ready feedin dance hall track And where were goin see we neva come back Until imagine see we cant hold back And then week daya Week daya Week daya Week day are known
Will you be ready feedin dance hall track To gimme all that youve got So let me take u away Hit di wall and bring your feet up of the ground Of di ground Of di ground
The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...
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