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A man went to |
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Africa to meet with the primitive |
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The man was very brave and not afraid |
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Didn't come there to enslave anyone. |
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And it scared him, and though it sacred him |
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His intuition told him he'd better go |
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Back to Vienna(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back.) |
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Now the man was eager to find out all about the primitive mind |
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He was very sensitive, was very patient |
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Realised that he was looking into a mirror at himself. |
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And it scared him, and though it sacred him |
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His intuition told him he'd better go |
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Back to Vienna(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back.) |
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Now he asked the native wise men, what do your dreams tell you now |
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They said "Since the white man came we're no longer able to dreamThe white man knows it all." |
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And that scared him, and though it sacred him |
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He began havin' dreams himself that told him he'd better go |
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Back to Vienna(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back.) |
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Now he thought about the primitive mind |
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And he read about the ancient times |
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But when he slipped back a few thousand years |
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And his heart locked up |
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He realizd it was powerful stuff. |
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And it scared him, you know it sacred him |
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His intuition told him he'd better go |
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Back to Vienna(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back.) |
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Back to the white man(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back) |
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Back to Vienna(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back) |
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Up North(Go back, go back)(Go back, go back...) |
