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If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow Would you turn down my request to come? If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow Would you lay down your burden and come? Tomorrow might be sorrow, tomorrow I am free Should I spend the rest of days looking the same? Or should I look for someone to blame? Day in day out I am always on the go And there is no one to complete this endless show Here I am standing on the corner looking at the strange order Everyday a new group comes to the town In a brand new fashion that is not around Some looking amused other looked confused And some with an expression saying “What on earth is going on?” I have listened to their conversation as they murmur and pass by And I heard them shouting in a loud voice “I have not been here since nineteen sixty-six And strange things are happening here” Some have been brought back to face their age old music While another group got free tickets To have a three weeks visit A large group got a package to come Only heaven knows what they have done I stand in the corner and I kept thinking When will we have the glorious meeting? All the impostors have come and gone And I am still standing on the lawn And I don’t know them, I have never met them And I have never spoken to them Yet they say that they have a claim on me I couldn’t even have a conversation with anybody Because of the fake spouse jealousy If anyone stop to have a conversation with me The next day they would be in real misery and punished by the person who is trying to control me The spirit of jealousy was riding high And there is absolutely no one to attend to my innate cry The tears cannot flow and I just want to go Everything I do, I just cannot get a breakthrough The sun is very hot and perspiration is oozing out of my back The wind is blowing the traffic is flowing And my spirit is glowing under this sweltering heat The minibus loaders are screaming and shouting And wisdom of mankind is constantly floating But something tells me that you will be coming at dawn when you get the order There is no sign or message in the post But I am still waiting to hear from you, What is taking you so long to come Don’t you know that the journey has just began How long must I wait here for you? I have so much to share about my moving days The heat is playing tick tac toe under my feet And the trees are rustling in high degree I am standing here alone, Watching the clowns roaming around The day continue to bear its own weight Skipping around from gate to gate They just want to let it out to begin the historic anticipated show “Them beat the coolly man till him soft” a man and woman start’s to shout What on earth was going on? Rumor has it that a fifty four years old man raped a ten years old girl Everyone dip into the conversation and start a rowdy discussion They were talking above one another in a language that was quite improper. And then another argument came along about the reckless soldier man that killed is girlfriend in cold blood It was so graphic, I could hardly believe it One woman defend the killer because she had a son And another woman defended the dead woman because she had a daughter; the bacchanals went on for a while Forcing me to take refuge on the other side Here I am standing in plain sight looking out for you I thought I heard a strange sound, Yes it was another crazy happening in the town A Rastafarian woman holding a green yellow and red Rastafarian flag, march up and down the street calling down destruction on the LGTBQ people. She shouted in a strange armature voice “man a f*** man woman a f***woman fire a burn death and destruction on the land” her coward voice ramble in fear as she run up and down the pavement with the devil’s flag She was trying a thing but it was not convincing I am standing in plain sight waiting for you to come I need to see some sign to know when you are going to come If I ask you to come on Friday will you come? If I ask you to come on Saturday will you come? If I ask you to come on Monday, will you come? Please let me know when you will come I am still waiting on the corner.

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Will You Come

If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow Would you turn down my request to come? If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow Would you lay down your burden and come? Tomorrow might be sorrow, tomorrow I am free Should I spend the rest of days looking the same? Or should I look for someone to blame? Day in day out I am always on the go And there is no one to complete this endless show Here I am standing on the corner looking at the strange order Everyday a new group comes to the town In a brand new fashion that is not around Some looking amused other looked confused And some with an expression saying “What on earth is going on?” I have listened to their conversation as they murmur and pass by And I heard them shouting in a loud voice “I have not been here since nineteen sixty-six And strange things are happening here” Some have been brought back to face their age old music While another group got free tickets To have a three weeks visit A large group got a package to come Only heaven knows what they have done I stand in the corner and I kept thinking When will we have the glorious meeting? All the impostors have come and gone And I am still standing on the lawn And I don’t know them, I have never met them And I have never spoken to them Yet they say that they have a claim on me I couldn’t even have a conversation with anybody Because of the fake spouse jealousy If anyone stop to have a conversation with me The next day they would be in real misery and punished by the person who is trying to control me The spirit of jealousy was riding high And there is absolutely no one to attend to my innate cry The tears cannot flow and I just want to go Everything I do, I just cannot get a breakthrough The sun is very hot and perspiration is oozing out of my back The wind is blowing the traffic is flowing And my spirit is glowing under this sweltering heat The minibus loaders are screaming and shouting And wisdom of mankind is constantly floating But something tells me that you will be coming at dawn when you get the order There is no sign or message in the post But I am still waiting to hear from you, What is taking you so long to come Don’t you know that the journey has just began How long must I wait here for you? I have so much to share about my moving days The heat is playing tick tac toe under my feet And the trees are rustling in high degree I am standing here alone, Watching the clowns roaming around The day continue to bear its own weight Skipping around from gate to gate They just want to let it out to begin the historic anticipated show “Them beat the coolly man till him soft” a man and woman start’s to shout What on earth was going on? Rumor has it that a fifty four years old man raped a ten years old girl Everyone dip into the conversation and start a rowdy discussion They were talking above one another in a language that was quite improper. And then another argument came along about the reckless soldier man that killed is girlfriend in cold blood It was so graphic, I could hardly believe it One woman defend the killer because she had a son And another woman defended the dead woman because she had a daughter; the bacchanals went on for a while Forcing me to take refuge on the other side Here I am standing in plain sight looking out for you I thought I heard a strange sound, Yes it was another crazy happening in the town A Rastafarian woman holding a green yellow and red Rastafarian flag, march up and down the street calling down destruction on the LGTBQ people. She shouted in a strange armature voice “man a f*** man woman a f***woman fire a burn death and destruction on the land” her coward voice ramble in fear as she run up and down the pavement with the devil’s flag She was trying a thing but it was not convincing I am standing in plain sight waiting for you to come I need to see some sign to know when you are going to come If I ask you to come on Friday will you come? If I ask you to come on Saturday will you come? If I ask you to come on Monday, will you come? Please let me know when you will come I am still waiting on the corner.