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AI hear the drums Eechoing tF#monight
AShe hears only Gwhispers of some Bmquiet conveF#mrsations G Bm
AShe's coming in Etwelve- thirF#mty flight
TAhe moonlit winds Greflect the stars that Bmguide me toward sF#malvation G Bm
AI stopped an Eold man along thF#me way
AHoping to find some oGld forgotten Bmwords or ancient F#mmelodies G Bm
AHe turned to mEe as if to F#msay Hurry boy it's Gwaiting there for yBmou
IEmt's gonna takCe a lot to drag mGe away fromD you
EmThere's nothing that a Chundred men or Gmore could ever Ddo
EmI bless the rCains down in GAfricDa
EmGonna take some Ctime to do the Gthings we never hBmad D Em G Bm
AThe wild dogs Ecry out in tF#mhe night
AAs they grow restless Glonging for some Bmsolitary cF#mompany G Bm
AI know that IE must do what'F#ms right
ASure as Kilimangiaro rGises like OBmlympus above the SeF#mrangettiG Bm
AI seek to curEe what's deep F#minside
Frightened of this Gthing that I've becomeBm
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