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• Artiste: Chasing Ghosts
• Titre: My Bingayi
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Uncomfortable I’ve tried say this in a million ways She called us scared We wouldn’t have turned her away She’s not your therapy You don’t seem happy at all I’m not your enemy Put your hands in your pockets and walk Cause my brother, my brother Oh brother Don’t put your hands on her My Bingayi, I beg you Remember Your hands have made things before Pass it down Or learn to heal? Are these hands like our dads’? We can change We can say the hard things softly spoken She’s not your therapy You don’t seem happy at all (You don’t seem happy at all) I’m not your enemy Put your hands in your pockets and walk Cause my brother, my brother Oh brother Don’t put your hands on her My bingayi, I beg you Remember Your hands have made things before And I’m asking you Are you going to change? You gotta think It’s more than shame Are you getting help? Or there’s no change To be the man You oughta be (You don’t seem happy at all) Cause my brother, my brother Oh brother Don’t put your hands on her My bingayi, I beg you Remember Your hands have made things before Cause my brother, my brother Oh brother Don’t put your hands on her (You don’t seem happy at all) My bingayi, I beg you Remember Your hands have made things before