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Well Jo’anna she runs a country |
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She runs in Durban and the Transvaal |
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She makes a few of her people happy, oh |
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She don’t care about the rest at all |
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She’s got a system they call apartheid |
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It keeps a brother in a subjection |
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But maybe pressure can make Jo’anna see |
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How everybody could a live as one |
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Hope before the morning come |
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