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Africa
I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
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Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
I bless the rains down in Africa
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I know that I must do what's right
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
The wild dogs cry out in the night
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
I bless the rains down in Africa
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
I stopped an old man along the way
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
She's coming in 12:30 flight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
I hear the drums echoing tonight
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