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Desmond Dekker Israelites

your alarm Poor me Israelites A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites Ima wondering working for hard A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites

Israelite. Aah. After a storm there must be a calm. They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Poor me, the Israelite