| Through the ages, upon the land
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| Where he belongs to, the elephant
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| Slowly swaggering, a giant view
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| The pride of nature, inviolate and pure
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| Blood and slaughter, a staggering blow
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| They use machine guns, to kill jumbo
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| Millions of them, already have died
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| There is no mercy, my god, they have no right
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| Over the hills down in Africa
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| In the shades of green, the silence of the past
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| A memory’s alive down in Africa
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| Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans
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| But here in this land beneath the purple sky
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| Down the barrel of a gun, they see the elephants die
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| It makes me cry
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| Screaming hunters and rattling guns
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| They kill for money, they kill for fun
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| Almost every jumbo died
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| There is no mercy, my god, they have no right
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| Over the hills down in Africa
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| In the shades of green, the silence of the past
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| A memory’s alive down in Africa
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| Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans
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| But here in this land beneath the purple sky
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| Down the barrel of a gun, they see the elephants die
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| It makes me cry
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| Over the hills down in Africa
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| In the shades of green, the silence of the past
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| A memory’s alive down in Africa
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| Hear the roll of drums that guide the caravans |