Africa, a woman nonne really knows her name Africa, and anyway we drain the juice from her vains She is black And her curls are the theads Of centruries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water Africa, how far does she have to go thought floods of infected Green is mixing with red Laying ill on the world`s bed
Higher, she wants higher And the enemy In her bed She is killing Thought her ego
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Africa, a woman nonne really knows her name Africa, and anyway we drain the juice from her vains She is black And her curls are the theads Of centruries
Higher, she wants higher
Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water Africa, how far does she have to go thought floods of infected Green is mixing with red Laying ill on the world`s bed
Higher, she wants higher And the enemy In her bed She is killing Thought her ego
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