| Mon jardin marocain
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| Mon jardin marocain
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| I have been to places everywhere
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| Looking for a site of sweet despair
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| Now I’ve found my thunderdome
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| The place that I call home
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| Welcome to my secret masquerade
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| Underneath the cover queen of spades
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| Always in a dress to kill
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| Pure luxury at will
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| Marrakech passion in the kasbah
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| Marrakech midnight of the mods
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| Marrakech fashion everlasting
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| Marrakech twilight of the gods
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| Paris and Berlin have lost their shine
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| Bangkok and New York they’ve all been mine
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| They were only love for sale
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| Beneath the shine so pale
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| Basking in the light of desert stars
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| Listen to the drums from the bazaar
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| Luring for a chance to sway
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| To dance the night away
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| Marrakech passion in the kasbah
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| Marrakech midnight of the mods
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| Marrakech fashion everlasting
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| Marrakech twilight of the gods
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| Come to my Moroccan garden
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| And witness the flowers of death
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| Dance with the reptiles
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| On the graves of bodies without organs
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| Can you hear the whisper in the wind
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| Heating up your senses from within
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| Welcome to my thunderdome
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| The place that I call home
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| Marrakech passion in the kasbah
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| Marrakech midnight of the mods
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| Marrakech fashion everlasting
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| Marrakech twilight of the gods
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| Marrakech Marrakech
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| Marrakech fashion everlasting
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| Marrakech twilight of the gods |