| Yo man, hit me with one of those funky baselines
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| One baseline at a time
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| The sun takes a bow for a day well lit
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| Next act is night with an audience of brothers and sisters
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| Havin' a celebration of sorts
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| Meetin' one another, hopin' soon to be lovers
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| Sisters have always fascinated me
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| The many shades, the many sizes and features
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| Such a wide variety of African women
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| Sometimes leaves me frustrated and speechless
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| I try not to admire what I can’t obtain or have
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| Things beyond my reach, don’t exist to speech
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| Seein' how I’m a bit shorter than the average man
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| I patiently wait for someone I can reach
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| Many sisters don’t understand my style
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| I live my life in an outcast tribe
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| A tribe that strives to see a brighter day
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| I foresee that I’ll walk with closed eyes, until dawn
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Rejection is a fear of mine, for one reason or another
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| But I still asked for a date with this woman
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| She said, «No», I said,"Oh"
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| I forgot there’s a gap between the richer and the poorer po'
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| Slowly, all the shades, sizes and features
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| Became less different and more the same
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| Except a certain female with all new features
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| But I knew not her name
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| By this time the sun was preparin'
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| For another appearance, the sky was pure red
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| The night grabbed the moon and soon
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| The darkness, yeah, was almost dead
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| The sky now is orange and the night
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| Has left the stage with curtains open wide
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| And the bright sun yawns to signify a glorious bright new day
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| The glorious day that I would meet, who? |
| Dawn
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| The natural dread also of the outcast tribe
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| Knowledgeable enough to understand my style
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| And as we kiss in the name of rejection
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| The sky looks at us and warmly smiles
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| Yeah, the dread symbolizes the natural growth
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| Of not just the hair, but also of the mind
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| And also the bond that keeps us in love
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| The struggle enhances that bond, throughout time
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| When I see her, I see life
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| The vast scope of life in her eyes of no wrong
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| Faith plays a big ass part, I’m still kinda young
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| But I could feel, I could really run with dawn
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the, dawn of the, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads
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| It’s a brand new song by Arrested Development
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| Entitled 'Dawn Of The Dreads', I hope you enjoy it
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| But all you can do now is put both feet up in the air
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| And swing 'em back and forth to the music, thank you
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| I say, dawn of the dreads
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| I say, dawn of the dreads
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| I say, dawn of the dreads
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| Dawn of the dreads |