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By Nina Simone, I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got
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By Nina Simone, Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do you think I am?
You
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By Nina Simone, My skin is black, my arms are long
My hair is
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By Nina Simone, Young, gifted and black
Oh what a lovely precious dream
To be
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By Nina Simone, Randy newman
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the
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By Nina Simone, Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face
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By Nina Simone, Do what you gotta do
Come on back and see me
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By Nina Simone, Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm
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By Nina Simone, People laugh each time they see us walking by and
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By Nina Simone, Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the
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By Nina Simone, You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man
You do your
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By Nina Simone, Your mind lies in the Devil's workshop
Evil doing your thrill
The
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By Nina Simone, Here comes the sun little darlin'
Here comes the sun
I say,
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By Nina Simone, We are not in a position to display these lyrics
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By Nina Simone, I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine
You better stop
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By Nina Simone, Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the
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By Nina Simone, I want a little sugar in my bowl
I want a
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By Nina Simone, And I wish I knew how
It would feel to be
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By Nina Simone, In the morning when the moon is at it's rest
You
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By Nina Simone, She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
And she
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By Nina Simone, When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter
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By Nina Simone, I bless the day I found you
I want my arms
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By Nina Simone, The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam
And I mean
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By Nina Simone, You ain't never been blue, no, no, no child
You ain't
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By Nina Simone, We are not in a position to display these lyrics
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By Nina Simone, My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for
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By Nina Simone, We are not in a position to display these lyrics
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By Nina Simone, Jacques brel
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit
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By Nina Simone, Step out in the night
When you're lonely
Listening for the sounds
That
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By Nina Simone, Well, once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my
