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The rush of the wind on my hair Reminds me of when we were free The feeling I get when I'm there I don't notice the maladies The land of mystery The land of secrecy The land for me The burning sensation of freedom I feel like I am in control Returning to the land I came from I'm finally leaving a hole The land of mystery The land of secrecy The land for me Run across the Serengeti Travel through the jungles And shout aloud the name So everyone can hear Africa Africa Africa From Letras Mania