| Africa. |
| is the land of home, yeah, yeah
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| Africa. |
| is the land where I and I come from
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| Africa, our fathers land is calling us home
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| So long we a been a slave and no more will we roam
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| So I hope and I pray, that the day will come
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| When we see the rising sun
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| No more crying!
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| Nah victimizing!
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| No more starvation!
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| No more (no more killing)!
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| Africa. |
| is the land of home, yeah
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| Africa. |
| is the land where I and I belong
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| Often times I sit right down and remember, those chains
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| How my people was in slavery, time and time ago
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| Oh I know that one day, when the right time come
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| So easily, then we will see
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| No more crying!
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| Nah victimizing!
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| No more starvation!
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| No more, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Africa, our fathers land is calling us home
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| So long we a been a slave and no more will we roam
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| So I hope and I pray, that the day will come
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| When we see, the rising sun
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| Often times I sit right down and I remember, those chains
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| How my people was in slavery, time and time and time again
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| Oh I hope and pray when the right time come
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| So easily, you will see |