AFRICA IS CALLING
Pack up Mi things, and leave
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One day, you're not gonna find me
Sweet Africa is calling me
One day you're not gonna f ind me
Sweet Africa is calling me
Pack up Mi tings and Get on a train
Book up Mi flight and Get on a plane
Greet Mi brethren and Mi sistrens too
Cos there's a whole heap Of work to do
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Whole heap of talk 'Bout the plague called aids
Propaganda wont make I afraid
Ca we need some supplies Like tool and seed
And various other things That they need
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Tired of walking in snow and cold
It wont be good when my bones get old
But don't get Mi wrong Who no want come stay
Got to do good for the future days
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It's calling me.. yeah
It's calling me...yeah
Get on a train, and get on a plane
I never do anything in vain
If I go out there
I'm gonna live my life
Don't need no guns or
Don't need no guns or
Don't need no knife
Melt down the guns and Turn into ploughs
Got to go home for the time is now
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Repeat and fade