Instrumental Words & Music : Simple Minds (C) EMI Publishing Ltd Reproduced without permission
For every minute that goes by There's an unanswered question with no reasons why There's an eagle perchin' in a dying tree With one eye on you, with one
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[Intro - Freeway - talking] Worldwide shit, we all over the globe Y'all know, Freezer! [Verse 1 - Freeway] I traveled from overseas back, Free's back
yeah, yeah, you are my african queen, oooh lord, oooh lord just like the sun, lights up the earth, you light up my life the only one, I've ever seen
Many African children, Living in a concrete situation African children Living in a concrete situation African children I wonder do they know where
African children you just keep on growing Your brothers sisters have set the foundation It's up to you now to do the rest Know who you are as a people
Through the eyes of a child there's no wrong or right No reason to hate, no need for a fight No color, no creed, no malice, no greed Till the child becomes
Driving down the road under the southern light Looking back to see where we've come from As we watched the sun go down Rain it fell like diamonds from
African moon Rollin' with the mighty waves We'll be there soon Feel the winds as we sail on home to African moon African moon My heart beats like the
Something broke the place where the rain is bornb something stole the promise from the light of dawn people, people were everywhere struggling to get
Africana, African and white You're closer than you really ever know And we all run the risk of To remain silent, I don't know We need your faith and
Con un suave balanceo voy por ahi a la hora en que cierran los clubs con un suave balanceo sin sonreir mas de lo necesario.
African nightmare one-time Mormon More men fall in Hullabaloo men I slide to the nearest bar Undermine chairman I went too far Bent on a windfall rent
Yo, turn this motherfucking shit up Ha ha ha, Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house My nigga DR Nigga the red is for the
Your beautiful African friend Next to him I look so white So white that you turned away And wanted me out of your sight To be exotic and I did pretend
Sometimes alone in the evening,I look outside my window, At the shadow in the night. I hear the sound of distant crying, the darkness multiplying, The
African friend By: jimmy buffett 1978 Disembarking at duvalier airport Seeking transportation to town As the purple ink dried on his passport He could