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I hear the drums echoing tonight |
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And she has only whispers of some quiet |
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conversation |
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She's coming in, twelve-thirty flight |
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The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me |
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towards salvation |
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I stopped and old man along the way |
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Hoping to find some long-forgotten words for ancient |
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melodies |
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He turned to me as if to say |
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"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you" |
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Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you |
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There's nothing that a hundred men or more could |
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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 have |
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for you |
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The wild dogs cry out in the night |
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As they grown restless longing for some solitary |
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company |
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I know I must do what's right |
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Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like a limbless above the sad |
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Kenya |
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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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Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you |
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There's nothing that a hundred men or more could |
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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 have |
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for you |
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Hurry, boy, she's waiting there for you |
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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 have |
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for you |