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The people of God were not born
To be enslaved
And to live in pain
In the devil’s domain
The people of God
shouldn’t live in the red
And have unanswered prayers
See the land of promise
And yet perish in the desert...
And that’s why I go, I go, I go, I go
To Mount Sinai
Get the promise of my Father
The slavery is over
I have made my decision
Israel carried the gold
Of those who oppressed him
I am an Israelite too
True Abraham’s descendant
I’m no longer a slave!
And that’s why I go, I go, I go, I go
To Mount Sinai
Get the promise of my Father
He hears my cry
And answers from above
He prepared us a good land
That flows with milk and honey
God swore unto Abraham
To make us a great nation
I’m no longer a slave!
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