| 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 twelve thirty flight
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| Her moonlight 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 old forgotten words or ancient melodies
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| He turned to me as if to say, «Hurry, not, its 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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| It’s gonna take some time to do the things we never had, oooh
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| It’s gonna take some time to do the things we never had
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| The wild dogs cry out in the night as they grow restless looking for some
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| solitary company
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| I seek to cure what’s deep inside
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| Frightened of this thing 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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| It’s gonna take some time to do the things we never had
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| Ooooooh
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| Ooooooh
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| Ooooooh
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| Ooooooh
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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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| It’s gonna take some time to do the things we never had |