I hear the drums echoin' tonight but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation she's coming in, twelve-thirty flight. Her moonlight wings reflect the stars that guide me toward salvation I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies he turns to me as if to say: hurry boy it's waiting there for you it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you there's nothing but a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in africa gonna take some time to do the things we never had Wild dogs cry out in the night as the grow restless longing for some solitary company I know that I must do whats right As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seem to cure whats deep inside frightened of this thing that I've become it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you there's nothing but a hundred man or more could ever do I bless the rains down in africa gonna take some time to do the things we never had
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