It's you, it's you, it's you I'm talkin' to
Well, you (it's you) you (it's you), you I'm talking to now
Why do you look so sad and forsaken
When one door is closed, don't you know another is open
Would you let the system make you kill your brotherman?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, dread, no
Would you make the system make you kill your brotherman?
(No, dread, no)
Would you make the system get on top of your head again?
(No, dread, no!)
Well, the biggest man you ever did see was was just a baby
In this life (in this life)
In this (in this life, oh sweet life)
Coming in from the cold.
Respect.
Bob Marley and the Wailers.
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