Titas
Sunday
I can't take it
I can't take it, I can't take it
I can't take it, I can't take it
it's from night, it's daytime
hand on head and document
I'm going to leave for the Island, do my head
under the sun that radiates, burning in ritual
It's to the reggae beat, with braided hair
I'm free in life, what's wrong
with the night that shines, what's wrong Is there something wrong
with the night that shines?

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