| Steam ship, sail down the river
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| Fight the mosquitoes that fly in a swarm
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| White smoke covers the jungle
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| See Dr. Livingston land with a thunk
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| Young women weep for their dying babies
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| Down where the sad willows gather
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| I am a white man in Africa
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| If I were to stay here
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| There’d be no one to save me
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| I hear the drums
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| I know it’s urgent
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| Switch to record
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| I hear survival in his hands
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| I get the picture
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| But I will never understand
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| Mad world, invisible army
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| Blow up the bridges and come like a storm
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| Young girl, eyes full of promise
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| Carry the baby and keeping it warm
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| Down where the sad willows gather
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| Young men go down on their knees
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| I am a white man in Africa
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| With more than just my god to appease
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| I hear the drums
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| I know it’s urgent
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| I get the picture
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| I hear survival in his hands
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| Switch to record
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| But I will never understand
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| How there is love in his face
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| 'Midst of all this waste
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| In the Mozambique sun
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| Under the gun
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| I hear the drums
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| I hear survival in his hands
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| I hear the drums
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| There is a curse upon this land
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| I hear the drums
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| I know it’s urgent
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| I hear survival in his hands
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| Hit record
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| I will never understand
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| Get the picture
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| Carry the sound and the fury
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| Left all alone in a war zone
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| Hours later
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| Carry the sound and the fury
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| Thoughts of my bed
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| So tell me about all the places you go
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| All the lives that you swallow, the people you keep
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| Leave me tired and ready for sleep
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| Wrestle my soulThat’s where I want to be
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| Deep in a monastery |