Sing a song,
Sing a song well;
Sing my song, sing our song
Let it sing itself well.
Don’t you want to sing
About liberation, that
They who were oppressed
Have found a way out of it,
Such that they sing a song
A song they sing so well.
Why?
They sing it so well
A song, oh, I will sing it too.
I will sing and my stomach will swell,
Like balloon full of air.
I will sing the Soul and I’ll have soul
Heavenly chariots will sing in sacred fire;
I will shout into the heavens
In a sonorous manner, I will shout
Out inspiration for my soul
While I sing a song.
A song of Soul.
The Soul would be sung so well.
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