| In a foreign land beneath a foreign sky
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| They speak of Mama Laye
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| They don’t believe she died
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| The people raise their eyes
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| They said they’d sing a song
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| They ask the spirit world
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| Cause they know where she’s gone
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no, no no
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| They say she never sleeps
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| She never close her eyes
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| She speaks the magic tongue
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| She’s slowly hypnotized
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no, no no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, Mama Laye
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| They are as grains of sand
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| And then they are as one
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| They pray to Mama Laye
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| The father, mother, son
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| They say she’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no, no no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, Mama Laye
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, no, no no
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| She’s never far away, Mama Laye, Mama Laye |