| Over a land where the water flows
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| An eagle flies where the west wind blows
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| I saw her eyes shining crystal clear
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| One in a million years
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| And our hearts were one under burning suns
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| To the city of gold we will run
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| I still remember the African nights
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| Deep in my memory it burns me inside
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| I’ve thrown down my chains and I’m ready to fight
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| Can we recapture the fire of the African nights
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| From where I stand I can feel her touch
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| I’m in her hands and it means so much
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| I understand when the vision is gone
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| This feeling inside carries on
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| If the heart and mind reach the borderline
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| Who could considerate a crime
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| I still remember the African nights
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| Deep in my memory it burns me inside
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| I’ve thrown down my chains and I’m ready to fight
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| Can we recapture the fire of the African nights
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| Tar nem seng yaaro
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| We hear you, we follow
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| Tar nem seng yaaro
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| We hear you, we follow
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| I still remember the African nights
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| Deep in my memory it burns me inside
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| I’ve thrown down my chains and I’m ready to fight
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| Can we recapture the fire of the African nights
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| Tar nem seng yaaro
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| We hear you, we follow
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| Tar nem seng yaaro
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| We hear you, we follow
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| Tar nem seng yaaro
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| We hear you, we follow
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| Tar nem seng yaaro
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| We hear you, we follow
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| In Africa |