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Stephen Marley

Ey!
And they say, it's part of it
So they buying your sell your soul
Well my friend, the thought of it
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold
While they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For there is light

Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold

And they'll say it;s a part of it.
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
While they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
Now I'll pave my way
And I'll pave it right

Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold

They'll still say it's a part of it!
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
And they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For out there is light

Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold.

Chase!
Run run run
Ay! ay! ay! ay!

Get them out, get them out!
Run dem away! (Chase!)

Written by Marley, Stephen
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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