47 Black - Fatima Lyrics
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| 47 Black
- Fatima Lyrics
Album: New York Town Fatima rises at dawn The hunger like a flame inside her It's the feast of Ramadan And her father's been praying for hours He wears his disapproval In a silence, cold but hysterical Saw her last night with that Christian boy And his world falls apart in America Her mother fusses about Her brother laughs in the kitchen Then the phone explodes on the wall Oh, my God, don't let it be Michael Her father's glare is like violence Who else would break the tradition Except someone who laughs at our holy ways Tears us apart in America Fatima, you're breaking his heart He doesn't understand your dilemma A girl becomes a woman alone Those who love her Can no longer help her Why didn't they tell him back home Things fall apart in America Fatima picks up the phone Michael is his usual hilarious She listens in silence and wonders Why American boys are oblivious I love you but this is good-bye There are too many rivers between us Father, forgive me, you're right Things fall apart in America Fatima, you're breaking his heart He doesn't understand your dilemma A girl becomes a woman alone Those who love her Can no longer help her And Michael stares at the phone As things fall apart in America
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