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It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you |
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There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do |
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I bless the rains down in |
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AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had |
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Hear the drums echoing tonight |
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But she hears only whispers |
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Of some quiet conversation |
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She's coming in twelve-thirty flight |
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Her moonlit wings reflect the stars |
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That guide me towards salvation |
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I stopped an old man along the way |
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Hoping to find some old |
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Forgotten words or ancient melodies |
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He turned to me as if to say"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you" |
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It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you |
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There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do |
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I bless the rains down in |
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AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had |
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The wild dogs cry out in the night |
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As they grow restless longing |
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For some solitary company |
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I know that |
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I must do what's right |
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Sure as Kilimanjaro rises |
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Like Olympus above the |
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SerengetiI seek to cure what's deep inside |
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Frightened of this thing that |
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I've become |
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It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you |
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There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do |
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I bless the rains down in |
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AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had |
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Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you |
