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Take me home to where I belong Take me home to where I was born My heart is heavily hurt with thorns They say I blow my own horn But who will, if I don’t? Take me home to where I want to be Ride me on your mighty and mysterious Chariot Over here is full of chaos and riot Take me home My root calls me For I am a man of my youth With strong bones, strong muscles, and strong teeth I do not want to grow old, die and be buried in an uncultured soil Take me home. I want to see my family I want to see my friends I want to farm on a rich soil I want to listen to folktales told by my ancestors I want to live the life of my people I want to be called a Ghanaian    Take me home I want to go home I wish not to be alone Time has been spent and far gone I am too young to spend my entire life at dawn Take me ...
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