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Africa |
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I hear the drums echoing tonight |
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But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation |
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She's coming in 12:30 flight |
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The moonlit wings reflect the stars 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 long forgotten words or ancient melodies |
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He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, |
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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 Africa |
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Gonna 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 for some solitary company |
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I know that I must do what's right |
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Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti |
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I seek to cure what's deep inside, |
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frightened of this thing that 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 Africa |
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Gonna take some time to do the things we never had |
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Hurry boy, she'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 Africa, |
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I bless the rains down in Africa |
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I bless the rains down in Africa, |
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I bless the rains down in Africa |
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Gonna take some time to do the things we never had |
