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1. Here’s a one from me-

   Orange street
   Last night I woke up eating weed
   Woke up eating weed
   Woke up eating weed
   It smelt more of sulphur

   On the orange street
   I had seen myself running
   On the orange street
   Was up my feet

   Folks with green eyes blue skin
   Threw me all the yellow disease
   Wrote ingrate on my face
   Said they knew me every bit

   Way back saw old friends
   Moshing to dance in growl
   Tied by hands to lamp posts
   Trying to dig small furrows

   Last night I woke up eating weed
   Woke up eating weed
   Woke up eating weed
   It smelt more of sulphur

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