| Something broke the place where the rain is bornb
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| something stole the promise from the light of dawn
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| people, people were everywhere struggling to get their share
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| honest cruelty in the eyes of the innocent
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| squeezing one more harvest from this tired earth
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| they call to you, but the wind just blows away their words
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| didn’t believe in miracles, didn’t believe you’d come
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| didn’t see any reason to carry on Chorus:
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| But in my African Dream, you touched my face
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| raised up my children and gave them grace
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| in my African Dream you wiped away my tears
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| and whispered the promise of a thousand years
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| Children with eyes like souls ready to fly
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| looking at me -- for some kind of sacred sign
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| who will teach the young, the names of the ancient ones
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| who will tell them from whence they come
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| I have no answer, don’t even have a prayer
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| All I can do is close my eyes and hope that you will be thre
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| In my African Dream you blessed the rain
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| let me stand proud, eased the pain,
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| you raised me up,
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| gave me love, filled my cup.
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| Old man sits in the shade of the thorn treee
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| he says "these thorns are all that are true
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| life is suffering, suffering is life,
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| be happy with the small things that come to you
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| They will come to you, come to you."
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